Pirate’s Brood Order

It was night, dark and moonless.

The waves are pounding, the wind is chasing, and there is a sound of "tick-tick-tick" water droplets on the deck, as if someone is dragging their wet shoes and rubbing them on the ground, and the scratcher feels irritated.

Shaqili, who had just put water in the stern and lit a cigarette, followed the sound and found a walking figure on the deck in the dark night, with his back turned to him, and he could not see clearly.

"What are you doing?"

A big event happened tonight, and Shaqiri's nerves were tense. Instead of walking forward, he whispered something from a distance.

"Shaqiri, don't trust Lowe."

Unexpectedly, he didn't, but the figure in front of him seemed to be waiting for him, and his feet also paused. Before his back was completely turned around, a cold and hoarse voice came to his ears first.

The voice was unexpectedly familiar, it turned out to be Bill, Shaqiri shrank his pupils, and subconsciously stepped forward, with a vigilant and suspicious expression: "Bill, you are really still alive, where are you hiding, are you the captain..."

"Don't trust the first mate, he lied to us."

The monotonous and stern tone was repeated, as if it meant some kind of deep meaning, and the weird content in the words couldn't be ignored by Shaqiri. He gritted his teeth and slowly approached Bill.

Ban Brick's back quickly turned around, revealing a pale and stern face. After a glimpse, Shaqili confirmed that it was Bill in front of him, but it was difficult to see the stiff muscles on the face and the white dead fish eyes.

"Don't follow!"

About seven or eight steps back and forth, Bill suddenly turned back and turned around, his feet rubbed against the ground and suddenly moved from stillness, rubbing against the deck with a teeth-piercing sound, and plunged into the darkness.

Bill moved forward, and Shaqiri immediately chased after him like a conditioned reflex. As for the sentence "don't follow", it was probably this warning that prompted him to follow without thinking.

"So, it is human nature to die."

At the captain's door, Yarlin, who was condescendingly looking down at the deck, slowly closed his whispers. He withdrew his gaze, replaced his calm face with a frightened one, and knocked on the door.

The door didn't lock, it opened with a push.

The inside of the door was pitch black, with no light at all. Yarlin squinted his eyes half-closed in thought to capture subtle movements. He didn't rush in, but stood at the door and called softly: "Captain !"

After calling three times in a row, the oil lamp in the room was turned on, and Yarlin's heart trembled slightly. On the chair next to the oil lamp, Via sat in his clothes, with the crutch at his feet and was held by his left hand. He held a match in his right, The flame of the oil lamp illuminated half of his cheeks, and the whole person was in the darkness uncertainly.

"What's the matter?" Via looked at the door.

Yarlin lowered his head, and spoke quickly in panic: "The ship doctor discovered the problem in those corpses, as if there were some strange bugs in the corpses, the ship doctor suspected not only the few dead people, but also other living pirates on the ship. There are also bugs."

"Bugs?" Via suspected that she had heard wrong.

"The ship doctor is not very sure, so I came to ask the captain for instructions. He needs all the pirates to check, or more corpses can come..." Yarlin's face was pale, and he paused deliberately, calculating the time in his mind, and At the same time, he vividly imitated the expression of a disgusted and frightened person, "I saw that the ship doctor dissected the corpse."

Yarlin pretended to be half-vomited, with a trembling voice: "The ship's doctor said that time is short, and the cause must be found out as soon as possible, otherwise everyone will be infected with the disease."

insect? Autopsy? disease?

Via was trying his best to digest these unbelievable information, just when he was going to take a look in person, a muffled gunshot pierced the night.

The gunshot was the sound of a flintlock musket, and the owner of this musket was only Old Moore on the Via. Via stood up suddenly, with the turning sword a little on the ground on the front foot, and the frequency of the heel followed quickly. .

Dangdangdangdang... The sound of knocking and footsteps almost merged into one sound. Yarlin hurriedly moved away, only feeling a black shadow rushing past him. The steps are very strange, as if the distance of each step has been precisely measured like those transformed bodies, and the undulating silhouette of his body looks like a bat flying at low altitude.

the other side.

Shaqili chased all the way to the door of Old Moore's room, and saw Bill just entered into Old Moore's room, he stopped hesitantly, and at the moment of his hesitation, a gunshot sounded close at hand .

The night was pierced, the door opened, and a faint smell of blood floated into Shakiri's nostrils, and then, a stumbling figure stumbled out from inside.

The figure was staggering, with one hand covering his stomach and the other clutching a flintlock. It was William.

"William, what happened inside?" Shaqiri blurted out.

"Oh, it really hurts."

William's cheeks were contorted together due to the pain. The moment he saw Shaqiri, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then he raised his hand and threw it away without hesitation.

Shaqiri was still in shock, he subconsciously caught the flintlock gun, met William's eyes, and saw William suddenly smiled strangely, "I'm really afraid that if you don't show up, fortunately, if you come, then kill Old Moore's man is you."

"What?" Shaqiri realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

William grabbed the wound on his stomach with all his strength, and blood flowed from his fingers. His voice changed due to the pain, "Shaqiri, you don't even want to run!"

Shaqiri turned around and wanted to run, but the sound of hurried footsteps behind him was approaching. The sound of dense metal hitting the deck was Captain Via. Gun pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The gunshots rang out again, and sparks shone, but there was no sound of gunshots entering the flesh. Shaqiri watched William staring at himself with the eyes of an idiot, then clutched his stomach and fell down in response, and let out a mad roar, Throwing away the musket, he drew a short knife from his arms and rushed towards William.

Shaqili didn't see the scene in the room until he rushed towards William. The tables and chairs in the room were overturned, and a corpse was lying on the ground, and the blood under his body spread.

No Bill! ! !

William's face turned pale. He fell to the ground and had no time to stand up. He rolled on the ground with all his strength and rolled towards the room. There was a burning pain on his back. Obviously, the dagger still scratched his back. A bleeding gash.

"Go to hell!"

Shaqiri didn't think about where Bill was hiding, his chest was already filled with anger, he raised his knife and was about to stab William again, but the cold "neighing" sound behind him made his scalp numb, and he stopped unwillingly. Suddenly, the center of gravity is unstable, the foot slips, falls and hits the wall.

He fell to the ground with a plop, and with his back against the ground, he raised the knife to his chest, and saw a black light like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, choosing to eat someone.