I Can’t Play This Game Anymore

Latest website: Song Qian picked up the diary and flipped through it, then immediately turned back and said:

"Yes, this should be the captain of the Mary Lester!"

After hearing this, everyone came over.

The clothes worn by this corpse were indeed more formal than those of the others, but they were now in disgrace.

The most special thing was that his facial expression was not as excited as those who worshiped, nor as frightened as his subordinates and those who came here later.

The corpse's arms were slightly raised, its eyes were wide-eyed, and it was clenching its teeth, as if it was pushing something out before it died.

However, the body was lying on the ground just now, so it was probably not pressed against the door with something.

Eggplant replied:

"Then let's see what they went through at that time. Maybe it will help us escape from here."

Ji Han took the voyage diary from Song Qian and quickly translated the contents using the quantum wave reading method, and then he understood the general story.

After sorting out my thoughts for a while, I told everyone what was written in this note:

The captain's name was Edward Smith. He and his subordinates drove the Mary Leicester to travel freely on the sea for a long time and successfully completed many shipping tasks.

But this time the situation was a bit special. Originally, our ship was docked at a seaport in East Asia to rest and prepare to transport some tea back to China again.

But before it was time to pick up the goods, Director Ismay of the shipping company hurriedly shipped a batch of goods onto the ship.

It was first mate Medel who received it at the time. When I returned to the ship, the cabin was already closed.

They told me that this was a batch of supplies that were in short supply, and as long as they could be shipped back to China immediately, I could make a lot of money. Looking at the cargo list completed by Medal, I sent the ship early without doing a second count.

We are very familiar with this sea route. Although we encountered some wind and waves, fortunately there were no accidents.

And I never had any doubts about the cargo in the cabin. I just thought that this endless journey would end soon and I could go home to spend time with my family.

But by chance, I went to the crew to arrange tasks for tomorrow, and happened to hear Medel discussing the cargo with his best friend on the deck.

It turned out that what was on the ship was not in-demand supplies, but precious cultural relics that the directors had collected from various places and wanted to smuggle them directly into the port without telling the authorities.

I don’t know the origins of those cultural relics, but it’s clear that they were obtained illegally.

Therefore, I decided at that time to hand over these cultural relics to the authorities. I didn’t care what they did with it, but the Marys Leicester would not do such illegal things.

But I didn't expect that this matter would be exposed that night.

Everyone didn't hide it, they said frankly that this smuggling business must be done.

I also stated my position, but I didn’t expect that no one supported me.

In the face of huge financial interests, the deep friendship established on those waves seems to have disappeared.

It seems that for the sake of being a captain for many years, they did not kill me, but locked me in the captain's cabin.

Medal took over from me and led these sailors back home on the Marys Leicester. I originally wanted to record all this in the voyage diary so that I could take it out as evidence in the future.

Unexpectedly, I still didn’t wait until the day when the ship docked.

If I remember correctly, it should be the 13th day after we left Hong Kong.

Even in the captain's cabin, I could feel the violent turbulence outside.

The wind was blowing hard outside and the waves were rolling all around.

At this time, Medel actually took the initiative to come to the captain's cabin and let me out. He told me that I encountered a special situation and the sea seemed to be alive.

I didn't quite believe it at first, I just thought he was inexperienced as he changed from first mate to captain.

But when I saw the sea around me, I was shocked.

I have never seen such a huge whirlpool, which seemed to suck us in together with the sky. There were waves tens of meters high around it.

Fortunately, the wind direction here seems to be inconsistent with the waves. Relying on the precise control of the wind direction, I drove the Marys Lester and escaped from the edge of the whirlpool in a thrilling manner.

Everyone on the boat also cheered, and at this moment everyone seemed to have forgotten the previous barriers.

But no one thought that the truly terrible things had just begun.

Maybe they felt a little embarrassed that I saved their lives, so they didn't lock me in the captain's cabin again.

The day after escaping from the whirlpool, the surrounding sea became as calm as a lake for some reason.

Although it is just a feeling, I always think that we are in another world. This is not the ocean I am familiar with.

No landmarks could be seen at a glance, and the compass and various guidance equipment on the ship were all malfunctioning.

Even our most trusted stars completely disappear at night.

We have completely lost our course.

People at sea are not afraid of the ocean, because this is the place where we were raised.

But direction and goals are crucial to us because the ocean is so big.

This aimless wandering lasted for about seven days.

There was finally little food left on the ship, and the crew's mental state almost collapsed.

Until a crew member suddenly shouted loudly:

"Did you hear it? Did you hear it? He is calling us!"

Then he began to sketch images of terrifying and bizarre underwater creatures on the deck.

We didn't try to stop it because it was better than doing other stupid things.

But in the next few days, other crew members soon began to have similar hallucinations.

Together with the previous crew members, they knelt down to the monster painted on the deck and kept chanting: We offer you my loyal faith. No matter what you ask us to do, please guide us again.

These sailors have also experienced some strong winds and waves, and I did not expect that they collapsed so suddenly this time. I think maybe it was the unscrupulous things they had done before that made them uneasy.

I knew very well that it was just an illusion caused by insufficient nutritional supply and excessive mental stress.

As the captain of the Maris Leicester with a military background, my military honor does not allow me to give up on myself like they did.

These guys who give up their bottom line for some money will never understand what strong will is.

After another two days, except for me and first mate Medel, almost everyone else was no longer normal.

Those sailors were like loyal believers, their eyes were completely dull, and they regularly worshiped the weird portrait on the deck, reciting weird poems that they couldn't understand at all.

Perhaps because of their repeated recitation, that weird voice began to gradually appear in my head, as if someone was calling me.

But I know very well that it is just an illusion caused by a long-term lack of nutritional intake.

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