"He is a madman"

Captain Evans said helplessly, "In Indian legends, a bastard like Victor is called a Wendigo. I wouldn't be surprised if he eats people.

So Mr. Akira, in order to survive, how about we ignore Victor for the time being, and then Sterling and I can talk to him after we have a good discussion?"

After a moment of hesitation, Akira finally nodded, obviously not wanting to have any more communication with the "Wendigo", "We need an additional set of fishing gear and your flashlight, and we need Victor to treat me.

"

"And this knife in my hand," the young prisoner added.

"The fishing gear, flashlight and knife are all fine. I don't think Victor will refuse the treatment. Now make your second request."

Captain Evans smiled and said, "Also, you'd better give Captain Sterling some air. If he dies, I'm not sure I can persuade Victor not to attack you on my own. Sterling, if

Mr. Akira is willing to let go, so don't resist."

After hesitating for a moment, Akira slightly loosened the rope in his hand, and waited for Sterling, whose face was red from holding back, to catch his breath. Then he said, "The second request is that we go to Palau."

"You know the distance..."

"We're going to Palau!" the young pilot who put a knife to Evans' neck shouted with red eyes.

"No problem, we will head towards Palau next." Captain Evans agreed to the second request indifferently, "What is the third request?"

"You and my companions go to the life raft, and I stay on this boat." Akira made the last condition.

"no problem"

Captain Evans agreed happily, "Both of us are responsible for our own diet, and Victor is jointly responsible for our health."

"It's your turn to convince Victor"

Akira breathed a sigh of relief and reminded, "Let him leave our supplies and come back with your things."

"Victor"

Evans looked at Wei Ran who was shrouded in the flashlight beam opposite, "You just heard the other party's conditions. How about I use my house and car in Hawaii and all my savings for you to agree to Mr. Akira's conditions?"

?I will write a transfer agreement later."

"Give me back my tobacco and the dollars in it," Weiyan put forward an additional condition.

"Deal!" Captain Evans, who was cooperating in the acting, replied cheerfully, "Now leave what belongs to them and come back!"

Hearing this, Wei Ran opened the thermos bucket with pretense of reluctance and took out several cans seized from the two prisoners, along with the machete and a small bag of fishing gear in the survival bag, and even the

The bottle of unique products and the 1911 pistol on the chest were all wrapped in the same umbrella cloth that I had just wiped my buttocks with.

He didn't just feel disgusted with the other party, but wanted to fight a germ war with those two desperate devils.

A moment later, Hawkes also endured his physical discomfort and swam over, helping Wei Ran carry the oil drums and their supplies back to the transport boat, leaving only a hammock for Captain Evans.

and a blanket.

When Hawks raised Evans' revolver, Wei Ran also handed Akira the inconvenient Southern Bastard gun.

During the confrontation between the two sides, Captain Evans was pushed into the water and allowed the young pilot to lead him to swim to the edge of the life raft and climb aboard.

Until the other party shouted and gave the signal, Akira used the sailor's knife that his companion had just handed to him to cut the rope of the sailor's whistle in his hand, and let go of Captain Sterling, who had been holding the gun.

"It's just a different boat and the boats are thinner."

Wei Ran snorted coldly and handed the 1911 pistol in his hand to the moose who had been sitting on the side of the boat. Then he also took off his pants and sat down. Along with Sterling and Hawks, he moved the gun back

The thermos bucket was once again firmly tied to the cabin partition.

That night, the heavy rain finally came as expected, and the two sides confronting each other on the two boats did not experience any relief due to taking medicine. Almost the whole night, everyone was just as Wei Ran said - just changing boats and diverging.

That’s all.

The next day, although the weather was still raining heavily, fortunately, Wei Ran gave everyone two tablets of Adipin, which is used to treat malaria, and the turbulent stomach and intestines finally calmed down.

After holding on to their weak bodies, they changed medicines for all the wounded, including Akira, but the people on the two boats had long since given up on the idea of ​​confrontation.

Physical weakness and fatigue, not getting enough rest all night, and even the hunger caused by the long-emptied stomach and intestines, these negative states made everyone curl up in the awning tiredly, staring blankly outside.

Rain curtain.

Time passed by in the afternoon. Not only did the raging rainstorm finally stop, but even the sea breeze they had been waiting for finally inflated the simple triangular sail. Unfortunately, this time, the boat was pushed by the wind.

down, drifting steadily away from the Philippines.

On the transport boat, Wei Ran gave everyone a piece of space, and then he sat down curled up with his body wrapped in an umbrella cloth and leaning against the engine.

Under the cover of the umbrella cloth, Wei Ran secretly took a photo of each of the haggard people on the two boats. Not long after he put away the camera, he fell into a deep sleep.

This state lasted for two full days. Except for Akira and his companions, who had been working hard to guard the mast, Wei Ran and others got a full rest. However, because they had not been able to do anything for several days in a row,

After eating, although the dysentery was barely cured, the body became increasingly weak.

The changes don't stop there, even the weather at sea has changed compared to the past few days.

That night, it was rare that there was no rain in the sky. Instead, there was a sea breeze that blew the jib particularly full.

"Hell, even the weather is on their side."

Hawks lay on his side in the cabin, shivering, pinched a handful of tobacco from the can, rolled it in cigarette paper, lit it, and took a big puff.

"It is impossible for us to reach Palau alive. Even if we arrive at the same longitude as Palau, there is a very high probability that we will miss it."

Sterling, who also lit a hand-rolled cigarette, whispered, "Although the weather is indeed on their side, you see Akira, his body is getting weaker and weaker, and his dysentery has never been cured."

Seeing everyone looking at him, Wei Ran smiled and said close to the moose's ear, "We take Adipin to treat malaria and antibiotics like sulfadiazine or aspirin, but Mr. Akira takes analgesic."

Use phenacetin."

"Pfft! Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"

Moose, who was also smoking, was choked and coughed. He suppressed a smile and told Hawks and Sterling the good news.

"We need to get some food"

Sterling whispered, "We have to find a way to recover our bodies as soon as possible. If we continue to move towards Palau, our chances of survival will become lower and lower."

"Eat raw meat?" Hawks asked with an ugly face, "We don't have much medicine left, and if we continue to pull it off, we..."

"Maybe we have other ways." Sterling turned his head and looked at the scrapped engine behind him, obviously having a plan.

In the blink of an eye, it was early the next morning. Wei Ran, who got up early as usual, had just secretly taken a photo of each of the two ships. Sterling woke up for the second time, and soon after, he took the photo and woke up Hawks.

While Wei Ran was changing dressings for the others, the two of them carefully cleaned the two helmets. While waiting for the helmets to dry, Sterling took out a small spoonful of oil from the scrapped engine. Hawks

Then carefully scrape off the carbon deposits in the exhaust pipe.

Stirring the two things together to form a sticky black paste, Sterling tore off two more pieces of umbrella cloth and soaked them in the black paste, then attached them to the engine hood and a helmet respectively, and used

The paracord is tightly tied.

Glancing at the awning blocking Akira's view at the bow, Hawks reached out and took out a few belly-turned herrings from the sailor's bag hanging at the stern. After disembowelling them with a carefully cleaned ax, he placed them on the

In that American dinner plate and lunch box that was also cleaned.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Finally, putting on the black helmet, Hawks asked in a low voice, "Sterling, are you sure this will work?"

"Haven't you ever been burned by the deck at noon?"

While tying the helmet, dinner plate and engine hood with ropes, Sterling responded in a low voice, "Don't worry! It's definitely no problem! The weather is good today, not even a cloud. We just have to wait."

enough."

While he was preparing to eat cooked food here, in the awning at the bow of the ship, Akira kept staring at the triangular sail that was swollen by the wind with red eyes.

"It's time to take medicine," Wei Ran said, placing a real pill flatly in the palm of the other person's hand.

"This is different from yesterday's medicine." Akira, who had been holding the sailor's whistle in his mouth, was extremely weak, but the vigilance in his tone was not less.

"Did yesterday's medicine work?"

Wei Ran asked the other party, if he was not allowed to kill in the return mission, this Akira and his companions would have had countless opportunities to kill them, so how could he keep letting them go to such troublesome ways?

Remain half-dead?

"If I die..."

"Whatever you do, I've given you the medicine. It's your problem if you don't take it."

Wei Ran pointed to the direction of the ship's bow, "I just asked Sterling, and according to his estimation, we shouldn't be too far from Palau now. You can die if you want."

After saying that, he ignored the hope flashing in the other person's eyes and took the initiative to show off what he had on him. It wasn't until the other person confirmed that he was not carrying weapons that he became more skillful in flipping into the sea and holding on to the boat between the two boats.

The rafters climbed onto the life raft.

Compared to Akira, the condition of the young pilot whose name he never knew and Captain Evans was pretty good. After all, Weiran would not tamper with the young captive's medicine, that would be too deliberate.

.

"How is the situation?" Wei Ran asked while helping the other party take off the condom on his hand.

"Much better," Evans said weakly, "but I'm starting to miss the ice cream and fried pork chops on the Johnston."

"I miss the hot cocoa on the boat even more," Wei Ran muttered with some gritted teeth.

“We are getting further and further away from the Philippines now”
To be continued...