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    The Big Black-tailed Pheasant is a 500-ton fishing vessel in Halifax. It has been more than ten years old and is capable of deep-sea fishing, mainly harvesting lobster and cod.

    This ship did not catch up with the good times. After it was built, the Newfoundland fishing grounds were almost closed. They could only go to the deep sea of ??the Atlantic Ocean or even take a long way to the deep sea of ??the Pacific Ocean to fish for fish and shrimp, which often cost a lot of money but did not yield a rich harvest.

    Captain Ronald learned the hard way and decided not to venture into the deep sea anymore, but to stay offshore and concentrate on fishing for lobsters.  As a result, unfortunately, they encountered a major outbreak of lobster bacteria this year, and the entire offshore lobster industry collapsed!

    Ronald was already desperate, but then he heard someone said that there was a private fishery on Farewell Island. The owner of the fishery was a stupid Easterner with a lot of money. After buying a fishery, he spent all his money on it to raise fish and shrimps. After  After two years of farming, the catch in this fishery has been very abundant.

    After hearing the news, Ronald had other thoughts, that is, stealing fish.

    In fact, among those who eat at sea, who has never entered a private fishing ground to steal fish?  So when Ronald learned that such a fishing ground existed, he became excited.

    He wasn't worried that he couldn't steal the fish, he was just worried that the news was false. If he went on a wasted trip and couldn't catch enough to offset the fuel cost and crew salary, he would be miserable. He didn't want to lose any more money.  .

    Later, he asked someone to inquire and found out that the news was very reliable and came from the Mori family, which is very important in the North American seafood market.

    In this way, Ronald began to prepare to steal fish. He had been paying attention to the news about the fishing ground on Farewell Island. He heard one after another that many people went to this fishing ground to steal fish. However, it seemed that the supervision of the fishing ground was very strict and no one could take advantage of it.  Cheap.

    Ronald didn't care. He thought that these people didn't steal the catch because they were unlucky and lacked ability. Judging from his more than 30 years of experience at sea, stealing fish at midnight and withdrawing it in the early morning was absolutely appropriate.  Properly.

    With this in mind, he summoned his fishermen and quietly set out from Halifax, approaching the fishing ground in the evening.

    Ronald would not take action directly, as that would be an opportunity for others to catch him. He decided to dock the boat at the edge of the fishing ground for a day, which is called asking for directions, to see the reaction of the fishery owner.

    If the owner of the fishery comes to drive them away the next day, he can just search for some catches in the marginal area. If no one is there to take care of it, then the real work starts from the next night.

    After dinner, Ronald asked the first mate Brian to take a fisherman on the night shift, and the others went to bed.

    But in the middle of the night, when Ronald got up to urinate at night, he just stood on the deck and took out the dick, when he suddenly heard a burst of singing

    Yes, a burst of singing was blown into his ears by the sea breeze. The voice was sad and sad. It was a young woman singing in a low voice, and occasionally there were sighs interspersed with it.

    At first, Ronald thought he was hearing hallucinations. This is very common. Life at sea is boring and the human brain will automatically look for some fun. Sometimes when you hear the sea breeze, you will imagine what kind of music it is. Of course, if you listen carefully, you will find that this is a hallucination.  Listen, the sea breeze is just a sea breeze, not country music or symphony.

    But this time Ronald listened carefully, and the chanting became clearer. The more he listened carefully, the clearer the voice became

    It happened that the cold sea breeze blew over. Ronald heard this strange sound and was blown by the sea breeze again. He immediately shivered and the urge to urinate was suppressed.

    He thought it was the first mate or the fisherman listening to the music, but would listening to this kind of music in the middle of the night scare people to death?  So he walked towards the cockpit angrily, ready to give the person who scared him a harsh lesson.

    But when he walked to the side aisle leading to the cockpit, his eyes glanced towards the stern of the ship, and his body suddenly became stiff, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and even his blood solidified

    I saw a dilapidated passenger ship entangled with seaweed and water plants floating quietly on the water on the stern flank of the Big Black-tailed Pheasant. It was only more than ten meters away from the Big Black-tailed Pheasant, and they were almost touching each other.

    This passenger ship is indeed very dilapidated. The canvas on the mast is rotted into cloth strips hanging on it. There are still some shells attached to the cloth strips. The hull is rusty and broken in many places. The bow  There was also a big hole, and Ronald swore he saw sea water pouring into the big hole in the bow of the boat with the waves.

    But the strange thing is that the bow of this ship is brokenThe boat with a big hole in it didn't sink, and was floating steadily on the sea. What's even more strange is that the waves were rolling, and the Black-tailed Pheasant was rippling with the waves, but the boat seemed to be rooted in the water, floating.  It barely moves on the sea surface.

    Suddenly, Ronald's eyes widened, and a strong sense of fear enveloped his whole body, as if ice water was rising up along the soles of his feet, freezing his whole body.

    It¡¯s like those frozen cod in the ice cabin!

    Fortunately, Ronald was also a hero who had experienced strong winds and waves. At the critical moment, he plucked up the courage and bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth. With this pain, he regained control of his body, expelling the fear and staggering in.  The cabin not far away:

    "Oh God! Satan is coming"

    Two big men were fast asleep in the cockpit. One was lying on the bridge and the other was lying on a recliner with his feet on a stool.

    Ronald rushed into the cab, bumped into a stool and tripped to the ground. Then he roared in horror.

    The stool was knocked away, and the big man on the recliner opened his eyes in a daze, and said impatiently: "Who is shouting? What is it called? Did you see a ghost?!"

    When it was his turn, he was almost scared to pee. First mate Brian and the crew were still sleeping soundly. Naturally, he felt angry. He jumped up and threw his foot on Brian, yelling: "Get out of here! Fake Squid! I'll let you go."  You are on duty, not for you to sleep! You pigs! Damn pigs! Get out of here!"

    An ordinary small fishing boat does not have a particularly strict hierarchy. Brian was kicked in pain, got up and stared at Ronald and shouted: "I said, old man, why are you crazy? You are obsessed"

    Not knowing where the strength came from, Ronald grabbed Blair's clothes, dragged him to the door and pushed him out. Then he pulled the fisherman Walter, kicked him out with a kick on his butt.

    Walter couldn't stand still, and his head was kicked against the side of the ship. He suddenly got a big bang. He shouted angrily: "God, God, Ronald is crazy! He must be obsessed with the devil! Don't do it."  It¡¯s over, I¡¯m quitting, man, good man Brian, let¡¯s resign when we get back, right?¡±

    Walter complained angrily to Brian, but found that the first mate, who he had a good relationship with, ignored him, and looked at the stern of the ship with his mouth wide open and his eyes wide open, and said dissatisfied: "What do you mean?  What the hell?"

    As he said this, Walter turned back, and then, what the hell!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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