Chapter 13: Return to Hong Kong

　　 On the dark sea, the corpses of monsters drifted with the flow. Just as it was about to sink to the bottom of the sea, a steamer two-thirds larger than the Mouse passed by.
　　 A large barbed net was thrown from the deck, covering it easily.
　　 "Boss, look at it, I got a big squid! Look! The tentacles can still move."
　　 "Squid? Pete, are you blind, boss, I think this is a starfish!"
　　 "It's all scattered, a big octopus is so good, um~ it looks good, Pete, give it to the kitchen and let the chefs prepare it."
　　 "No problem, boss!"
　　 When Charles woke up again, he felt his head hurt like a needle, his hand was loose, and the empty wine bottle fell to the ground torn apart.
　　 Charles didn't bother to take a look at the glass shards all over the floor, and pushed the door straight and walked out.
　　 When the crew members of the Mouse saw that Charles came back again with an indifferent expression, they all breathed a sigh of relief. The captain with this expression still felt safe.
　　 "Captain, we have returned to the safe course. At the current speed of 15 knots, we will arrive at port soon." Dip at the helm reported to Charles.
　　 "How's the bandage?"
　　 "His wounds healed quickly, and he did not have a persistent fever. Although he is still in a coma, he should have survived."
　　 Hearing the news, Charles's low mood rose slightly.
　　 "Don't let your guard down, I'll go see him."
　　Only the captain of the entire Mouse has a private bedroom, and the first officer lives in the crew lounge like everyone else.
　　 When Charles came to the cabin, he saw the bandage slowly open his eyes, and he walked a few steps to rush over.
　　 "Don't move, lie down, your injury has not recovered." Charles held on to him who was struggling to sit up.
　　 "Captain... Anna is a monster... She is going to eat me..."
　　 Hearing this, Charles felt a pain in his heart, and smiled reluctantly on his face: "Don't worry, that thing is dead, everything is over."
　　 "That...that's good..." The bandage with a sigh of relief slowly lay back.
　　 "Take a good rest. We will be home soon, and you will be able to complete the task."
　　 glanced at the empty trouser legs under the bandage. Charles knew that his sailing career was over. No matter how strong the helm was, no one would want a first mate with only one leg on any ship.
　　 "Oh..." The bandage stopped talking.
　　 Charles wanted to comfort him, but he was really not good at it. Finally, he patted his bandaged shoulder and walked out.
　　 The next voyage did not cause trouble again, and the Mouse returned to the Coral Islands safely.
　　 It seems that Fatan believers have the ability to be a prophet. Before the Rat entered the port, Charles saw Hook and a large group of believers standing there waiting.
　　 "Captain Charles, have you got the relics?"
　　 When he saw the golden statue of Futan coming out of the wooden box, he was so excited that he couldn't help himself. After dancing and dancing, he led the believers to bow down to the statue.
　　 "Where is my money."
　　 The excited hook quickly stood up and tremblingly took out a piece of paper from his arms.
　　 "This is the original contract, come on! Give me the holy thing!"
　　 Charles took the paper and threw the golden statue over after confirming that it was correct.
　　 Charles frowned as he was about to leave with a hook holding the golden statue in ecstasy. "Hey, did you forget something?"
　　 The tall James came forward holding the bandage.
　　 "Master deacon...I'm done...I've completed the task..." The weak bandage reported to the hook.
　　 As if not hearing the words of the bandage, the hook's eyes were cast on his leg. "What happened to your legs?"
　　 "I was eaten by...by a monster..."
　　 The hook raised his chin, and the two believers behind him walked towards the bandage, trying to bring him back.
　　 "Good job, bandage, next day of prayer, you will be lucky to be a sacrifice."
　　 "Many...Thank you, Master Deacon..."
　　 "What? Sacrifice?!" All the crew members of the Mouse showed horrified expressions.
　　 Charles suddenly raised his hand and stopped the two believers. He stared at the hook and asked, "That's how you Fatanism treat your own people?"
　　 Charles didn't want to interfere with these lunatic things, but he was born to death with bandages anyway. This sluggish guy is a half-friend. He can't watch his friend being thrown into the sea to feed fish.
　　 "Captain Charles, it's an honor to be a sacrifice in this church."
　　 "Why don't you have this kind of glory? The bandage is my first mate. He can't leave for the time being and needs to hand over things." Charles cast a look at James, and the big man withdrew the bandage.
　　 The hook looked a little anxious, as if the statue was more important than anything else. After taking a deep look at Charles, he hurried back.
　　 "A handicapped, if Captain Charles wants it, I will give it to you."
　　 Seeing them leaving the dock, Dip was the first to run to the bandage and yelled.
　　 "Hey! Bandage, what are you thinking about, he planned to throw you into the sea to feed the fish, you actually thank him?!"
　　 The bandage was silent.
　　 "Do you know what it means to be sacrificed to Futan? Why do you want to agree?" Charles walked up to him and asked.
　　 If the bandage tells the ghost of the Fatan teachings, Charles plans to send him to a mental hospital next step.
　　 "I... I don't know, I seem to... I long to be sacrificed, I forgot a lot of things... I don't remember..." The bandage gave an unexpected answer.
After wandering back and forth for a while, Charles stopped, looked at the eyes hidden behind the bandage and said: "Don't say anything, my new ship needs a chief officer. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, are you coming? "
　　 The bandage was silent for a few seconds, "But I have no legs..."
　　 "It's just one missing piece. It's not a big problem. You can also steer by pressing a chair."
　　 When he nodded his head when he saw the bandage, Charles smiled comfortedly.
　　 After recruiting the new chief mate, he raised his head to look at his crew, and after some consideration, he said, "I don't know, we need to have an exploration ship, which is much bigger than the mouse!"
　　 Hearing the captain's call, everyone's faces were excited. Not to mention the benefits of exploring an island inhabited. In terms of salary alone, a cargo ship with the same job and an exploration ship are very different, getting close to each other nearly three times.
　　 As for the danger of matching huge interests, men who eat by the sea have never been afraid.
　　 "The captain, shall we go to the shipyard now?" As soon as Dip asked, he saw his captain shook his head.
　　 "I'll solve the problem of the ship. You have your own business. James, you are the chief engineer of the new ship. During this period, think of ways to recruit large and second rounds,"
　　 The burly man was so frightened that he shook his head, "No, Captain, I can't... I really—"
　　 "Don't tell me that you can't find it. The port has a professional intermediary. You just need to pick it in the past. This is your task."
　　 Charles did not listen to James' explanation at all, and said to the young boy who was ready to move: "Deep, you are the captain of the sailor. Go and recruit 4 sailors."
　　 Hearing that there are so many sailors in charge, the boy is not at all stage fright, but very excited.
　　 "I can manage 5 people now! This is really exciting!"
　　 "Fre, there are so many people, you can't do the kitchen alone, go find a helper."
　　 "No problem, my captain."