Marvel genetic expert

Chapter 151
What a route this is!
There is no storm, no stormy sea, no fog to block the way, but it rots in this endless cycle.

The sky is dark, the clouds are low, the boats are dilapidated, and the sea is terrifying.

Who would have imagined that less than a month ago, this pirate ship of unknown destination was still a newly refurbished steel behemoth.

But now it seems that it is just a poor ghost in the ocean.

Inside the swaying ship, the weather-beaten Captain Jefferson patted the blue-striped parrot that seemed out of place in this monotonous environment with his withered hand that could not see flesh.

Jefferson's face was full of pustules, his eyes were sunken inward, his skin folds were bloodless, his clothes were full of traces of time, full of knife marks and strips of cloth, a machete was slung around his waist, and a valuable diamond was inlaid on the handle. The blue sapphire, but the two pairs of cowhide boots under the feet are polished brightly.

"I said so! Don't touch my diary! You bloody parrot!"

As a captain, you must keep three things in mind.

One is to close the pointer

The second is to write a sailing diary
The third is to keep it well!Never tell anyone!

You never know what horrible things the bewildered crew will do.

Cthulhu route log:
No.20 three days

The pointer is broken, I have a serious "syndrome" and may die tomorrow, but this makes me seem more intimidating, doesn't it?

This damn route, one hundred gold coins is definitely a big loss!
According to the legend of the pirate gathering point, no ship can pass through the Cthulhu route, and the unspeakable fear will destroy everything you see!
Only now did Captain Jefferson know that this damned fear turned out to be a "syndrome"!
Putting away the journal, putting the majestic black captain's cap on his head, taking out the firecracker on his waist, and carefully checking whether the gunpowder was damp, Jefferson suddenly yelled, "That stinky bitch! I really want to shoot you down!" her!"

Syndrome is a common disease spread among navigators. The flesh and blood of the infected will gradually dry up. There are only two ways for the infected to go, quietly waiting for death, or surrendering to the fear of the unknown.

People who sail on the sea will never choose the second road, even if they die.

At least this is the case with this stubborn Captain Jefferson.

faith?

what is that?
There's always something bigger than life, like this stupid freedom.

The erosion of the disease became more and more serious. In nine days, at most nine days, Jefferson would end his life without end or beginning.

"Grandma's! Before I die, I'm going to kill that stinky bitch! One hundred gold coins can buy my life?! It's a good idea! At least her life must be added!"

As he said that, there was a sound of kicking on the leather soles and wooden boards, he pushed open the door of the captain's cabin, took out the firecracker, and walked towards the deck.

The weather is still bad, which is the norm on the Cthulhu route.

Every time I look up, I feel that the dark clouds are very close to me. The sea water is not the usual blue, but more black. The lifeless sea surface can never be seen at a glance.

Most of the sailors who have long been accustomed to travel are gambling with copper dice, while a few are lying on the deck bored watching the weather.

Among the many men, a touch of red is particularly conspicuous, with golden curly hair, neat tight leather armor, and the most abrupt crow mask.

The whole person stood at the forefront of the hull, motionless, for a long time.

No matter how the sea breeze blows, it is peaceful and motionless.

Just staring at the black sea in a daze.

Captain Jefferson hesitated to speak, raised the gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger without hesitation, but the expected sound did not appear.

The gunpowder got wet?
impossible!Just checked it out!

"Fool~fool~"

The blue-striped parrot flew over Captain Jefferson's head in a mocking manner, angrily shot out, and tore off two green feathers, accompanied by the blue-striped parrot's scolding.

With the same voice as Jefferson, is it okay to scold yourself?
The blond woman appeared in front of Jefferson at some point, and without speaking, she handed over a black feather the size of a palm.

"Tch, the adjudicator? You bitch! You're amazing!"

Jefferson spat hard, turned and left angrily.

This scheming captain has a cowardice that is difficult to show on the outside.

This is also a common problem of deep sea taboos.

When you get something from the world, you will lose something. Equivalent exchange is a constant principle.

On the road of the first taboo, what you lose is not only stability and peace, but also courage!

I don't like the days of going with the flow and embarking on the taboo of the deep sea, which is destined to be a road of no return.

Open the bow without turning back the arrow!

The Cthulhu route is a restricted area for pirates. The special magnetic field here will breed inner fear until the last bit of courage to face fear is wiped out and completely swallowed by fear.

The blond woman's mask was full of disappointment, counting down the last time in her heart.

"Maybe I misunderstood you, Jefferson, you are different from your father. If you can't overcome the disease within the limited time, then I can only bury you with you."

Such a passage is recorded in the immortal taboo scroll left behind by the gods.

When the worms who are afraid of the deep sea break through their cowardly shell, they will beat together with the heart of the gods!
It is ironic that the captain is the one who fears the ocean the most among all people.

Whenever Jefferson was at a loss, he would always sit quietly in a private room that had not been repaired for more than ten years, and no one except him had entered, opened the notes left by his father, and turned to the last page.

That said, if you can, don't take the forbidden path.

This thick voyage diary is the only relic left by Erwin Planck to his son.

It's nothing more than a mess of trifles and bragging.

Jefferson's only memory of his father is that he lost himself to a fat bartender, Borg.

It is this only memory that makes Jefferson embark on a journey to the ocean.

He wanted to see what kind of charm would make his father persist in walking even if he abandoned himself.

The day before sailing, Borg gave Jefferson an old diary.

"Your bastard father asked me to pass it to you. Don't blame him. If he sees you, he will be afraid of death."

Who is not afraid of death?
Fear is nothing to be ashamed of.

Jefferson took off his hat, pulled out his polished scimitar, and looked at his increasingly festered skin through the blade, completely unable to see what it looked like before.

"Old Borg, if you don't give me this thing, I really don't want to go this way! I won't pay back the gold coins I owe you! It's my life! Hehe!"

Jefferson felt that the time of death was approaching, he would not choose to die under the fear of "syndrome", but under his own scimitar!Since it has been determined that it will definitely die.

"The one who controls the end of my life! It can only be myself!"

The scimitar entered the body, and the cold touch was particularly obvious. The pain of piercing the heart spread throughout Jefferson's brain at this moment. Is this the feeling before death?

(End of this chapter)