I was forced to be the captain of the ghost ship by mistake

Chapter 356 Save the future
This sudden ocean storm was much more severe than the management had imagined, and the price paid was extremely high.

The signal transmitter (receiver) was damaged, and it was no longer possible to contact the outside world through electronic equipment, and the ship deviated from its normal orbit.

This means a troublesome thing, they are completely disconnected from the outside world.

And the longer the wait, the slimmer the hope.

Although, Captain Arthur is already trying his best to control the situation by relying on his own charisma, ordering his crew and sailors to stabilize the situation.

But unimaginable hunger and death are approaching quietly, which has also changed the ecological niche on the ship.

A few days after the disaster, there was still no rescue operation from the outside world. After losing hope of survival, a mutiny caused the sailors to loot all the edible food on board.

There are so many of them that a team is formed immediately in times of crisis.

Moreover, the sailors were equipped with weapons, squid knives, and whaling guns. Relying on their superiority at sea, they immediately became the group with the most say on the ship, controlling [-]% of the food on board.

Tu Fu saw with his own eyes that a man who was still wearing a suit and uniform at one moment turned into a scourge at the next moment.

When human beings are exiled outside civilization and faced with survival problems,

Totalitarianism only takes five minutes.

"squeak--"

Tu Fu and many passengers sat on the bottom of the ship, holding fishing rods in their hands, passing through the edge of the area such as ventilation fans or pipes, sluggishly waiting for the prey in the water to take the bait.

Because of the riot on the ship, he and many passengers were sent here by the sailors. No one had to pay at least two catties of aquatic products per day, half of which had to be handed over.

Even if it is a drop in the bucket, it is the only way to solve the food crisis.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come up."

Taking advantage of the moment when the patrol left, the red-haired little brother Frankie beside him almost burst into tears with a distressed expression on his face.
"Tufu, what I'm most worried about right now is Anna, Martha, Amanda... what about those poor girls, those bastard sailors won't give them food."

"Why don't you worry about yourself first."

Tu Fu put the hook up with a blank expression, and took off the hook with ease, "As for the girls? I saw them knock on the bosun's door one by one yesterday, and they looked much better than you.

You understand, Anna was wearing your favorite dress when she went there, and she was wearing the necklace you gave me, Heart of the Ocean..."

"Fake."

Before Tu Fu could finish speaking, Frank cursed viciously. The Nordic girl he hadn't taken down for so long was thrown into his arms in a blink of an eye.

The things on his body were still given by himself, so this is not a kind of ntr.

Just thinking about it makes me vomit blood.

The rich man lowered his head in a rare way, and after a moment of silence, he asked a question that he probably never thought about in his life, "Tu Fu, do you think we can survive?"

"perhaps."

Tu Fu gave an uncertain answer, "At least if this continues, there will be less and less food, and then these guys on the ship will always do some immoral things in order to survive.

Guess what they eat when they're done with the stock, the fish, and those rats in the pipe. "

"No way!"

Frank shivered suddenly, and his pupils were filled with horror after thinking of the answer.

Tu Fu did not give an answer and continued fishing with hooks, nothing is impossible,
Even poison will be poured into the stomach of a starving person without hesitation.

"Puff-"

While the two were having a conversation, there was a noise from the upper deck, and the noise spread throughout the entire ship. The passengers immediately put down their work and rushed upward with a clatter.

Frank, who was still thinking about survival just now, immediately revived with full blood, "Tufu, why don't we go and have a look."

"I'm not going. With the current daily food calories, I have to stay in low power mode to survive the next week."

Tu Fu really had no interest in watching the fun, but there were only a few passengers left on this floor.

It can only be said that these guys are still not hungry enough. When they are so hungry that their eyes turn red and they see that everything is food, they will not be interested in anything.

Tu Fu obviously underestimated the movement on the deck. It took an hour of commotion before the state of the ship subsided, and the passengers were driven back to work by patrolling sailors one by one.

Everyone's face was covered with darkness, and their hearts were occupied by gloom.

"Tu Fu, the second officer just committed suicide. It is said that he jumped from the observation deck because of a mental disorder. He is really a poor guy. It is said that he grew up on a ship and never got off a ship in his life."

When Frank came back, he brought Tu Fu a piece of bad news.

"Insanity? I'm afraid something serious will happen in the future."

Tu Fu snorted lightly, but didn't tell him the truth.

Because of Captain Arthur's relationship, he has a fairly good understanding of the composition of the crew on the ship. Several of the ship's lieutenants are all from the captain's party, and they are still the most credible forces in the hearts of passengers.

The engineers controlled the bridge and formed their own school. They controlled the driving and operation of the ship, so they naturally had a technical advantage.

Finally, there is the boatswain's faction. Relying on crude force, they plundered all the food on board, and had the right to distribute the passengers' fishing and food, and controlled the lifeline of survival.

The death of the second mate is a signal to do something. It will be a matter of time before several factions will fight each other because of resource issues.

It's just a knife move, but it's another matter.

This is an ocean beyond civilization. When the first person kills someone with a knife, the fear and excitement will spread faster, and there is no way to stop.

"One more thing. I'm afraid Cook Harry is about to suffer. He is a very good cook."

Frank sighed sadly.

"Chef Harry? What's wrong with him?"

"I heard just now that he, his chefs and apprentices occupied the warehouse of the restaurant.

They have kitchen knives, boning knives and other things as weapons, and they control a large amount of stored food, which will be distributed regularly to some people who are about to starve to death.

Who cares about the freshness of the food these days, even though it's pretty much spoiled. "

Frank smiled bleakly, "I just heard that group of bastard sailors were going to attack Chef Harry, and they didn't even care about killing Chef Harry."

"Really? That's really difficult."

Tu Fu lowered his head silently, his eyes shifted to his ankles faintly, there was an uneven thing in his trousers cover, and the utensil supported the ridge line of his trousers.

Taking advantage of the chaos above, Tu Fu took the opportunity to sneak into the cabin controlled by the sailors and stole a knife.

In times of turmoil, nothing gives a sense of security like a weapon.

Suppose now that a pile of weapons and a pile of food are placed on both sides, and let the extremely hungry people make a choice.

They will definitely take up their weapons without hesitation and drive away those who choose food.

……

11 month 21 day.

Today's situation is not much better than yesterday's. Poor fishing can't catch much food, let alone thousands of giant cruise ships. More and more people have passed out due to lack of food.

"Michelin restaurant at sea", an inconspicuous fight took place here.

Members of the sailor camp blocked each door in the restaurant, as if they had planned ahead.

When the captain's camp was preparing to absorb Chef Harry and several assistant chefs, the sailors took weapons to lure away the assistant chefs and apprentices in the restaurant, and then specially assigned personnel went deep into the restaurant warehouse to snatch the food.

The plans of the sailors proceeded in good order.

"Watch out, he's coming."

Hearing the stalking sailor yell, the other members who were still carrying food in the warehouse immediately picked up their knives and forks, stood guard in front of the door and declared arrogantly to occupy the place.

"here we go."

Tu Fu, who put on his raincoat, was waiting nearby. His vague memory of this scene was quite deep. Seeing the two gangs come into contact, he blurted out:

"Chef Harry would die in a fight."

This is what he can glimpse in his vague memory, and Tu Fu is unwilling to let this happen.

Assuming Chef Harry didn't die, would everything change after that?
Tu Fu didn't know, so he wanted to try.

Sure enough, after knowing that the Michelin restaurant was occupied, the grumpy Chef Harry pulled out the boning knife and threatened the group of people to leave.

After exchanging glances, three or five sailors with fierce faces raised the tip of their knives and prepared to strike.

"Shh-"

At the moment when the two sides were fighting, a green figure that was so fast to the extreme floated by, and the dark green raincoat covered his head and face together.

A silver light flashed in the cuff, and the sharp blade that was honed every night finally came in handy.

Tufu mercilessly stabbed the sailor's heart or throat.

When attacking, he focused on the vital parts. He was fast, precise and ruthless. Seeing the blood seal his throat, the pierced sailor didn't even have time to scream.

"what!"

After killing the first sailor, seeing that none of them retreated, he slashed over with the squid knife.

"court death."

Tu Fu squinted his eyes and fended off with the knife. After finding a gap, he quickly stabbed the second man's throat, like a killing machine, ruthlessly raising his hand and dropping his hand.

This kind of fighting tends to be an instinct, like something he was born with.

Finally, after Tu Fu blocked the throat of the third sailor with a knife.

The besieger finally showed a terrified expression, dropped his weapon, and fell limp with fright.

"You're Tufu!" Chef Harry looked at him in disbelief.

"It's not important, as long as you are saved." Tu Fu also heaved a sigh of relief, and when he was about to explain, he saw a sous chef behind Chef Harry, and a trace of madness flashed in that person's eyes.

When Tu Fu wanted to stop it, it was already too late.

The sous chef raised his hand and stabbed the head chef with a "puchi", the blade turned red and blood flowed profusely.

The frightened sailors just now, regardless of the danger, pounced on them like vicious dogs to make up their swords.

"You did a good job. According to the agreement, this is your reward."

The battle had just ended, and the captain of the sailor team not far away led a group of people. He smiled and looked at the corpse on the ground. He was very satisfied with his efficiency, and then threw a cloth bag over.

I only heard the rustling sound coming from inside, and there were several buckets of rice in the cloth bag.

And Chef Harry looked at the wound on his body in surprise, and still can't believe it.

That night, Tufu's logbook was updated again.

"On November 11, I heard a small-scale fighting in the cabin, which seemed to be for a few buckets of rice. The irritable chef Harry was about to stop it with a knife, but he was accidentally killed by the sailors.

The bright red blood flowed all over the deck, which also stimulated the "sharks" on the ship, allowing more people to participate in the food sharing. "

(End of this chapter)