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Chapter 147 Fish

"Boom~~"

As soon as he opened the door, Ryan found that the situation was worse than he thought. He saw the dark sea ahead roaring and roaring. If the Prince Lawrence was not a large ship, it would probably be drawn into it by this vortex.

Ryan looked at the deck. With the help of the moonlight, he could see more than a dozen crew members and sailors gathered in front of the deck, seeming to be staring at something. Just as he was about to go and have a look, a waiter in a black tuxedo on the other side of the deck came over.

"Sir, the Prince Lawrence is passing through the edge of the turbulent waves, and it will take about half an hour to sail out of this area. Please go back to your room and wait patiently."

"Huge waves and turbulence?" Ryan was taken aback. It seemed that he had encountered a special water area, and he didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune.

at this time--
The chat between the two seems to have attracted the attention of everyone on the front deck.

In the cold wind of the night, the man was wearing a thin blue uniform, but he didn't tremble in the slightest. He stood on the deck energetically. When he heard the chatter behind him, he turned his head to look.

Ryan, who turned around, happened to meet his eyes.

Captain Stevenson?How did he come to the deck too?Ryan was taken aback.

"Hey, good evening, Mr. Dylan." Stevenson greeted Ryan with a smile: "Don't worry, this is just a small undercurrent. Want to see the scenery?"

Seeing this, the waiter on the side remained silent and stopped persuading Ryan to go back to the room.

Ryan pondered for a moment, then walked towards the front of the deck with steady steps, and the constantly shaking ship didn't seem to have any effect on him.

Stevenson frowned slightly, and looked at Ryan's feet with a little deep meaning.

"A small undercurrent, does the captain need to be on the deck to keep an eye on it?" Ryan glanced at the sailors on the side. They didn't look nervous. If nothing else, it should indeed be just a small undercurrent.

"As a captain, I must ensure that no accidents happen." Stevenson with sunken eyes smiled: "Of course, the main reason is that I am a little greedy."

"Greedy?" Ryan was stunned for a moment. What is the relationship between undercurrent and gluttony?
"Usually people think that giant wave turbulence is a phenomenon in the South China Sea. It does not have a fixed position, but will appear and disappear in this sea area. Ordinary small ships encounter it. Once trapped, there is almost no chance of escape. "Stevenson glanced at Ryan and said:

"But this statement is not entirely correct, because many times the turbulence of huge waves is not a natural phenomenon, but is caused by some kind of organism, so it has no fixed area."

Ryan, who was standing aside, pointed to the turbulent waves in front of him and said, "You mean, this vortex-like waves are actually caused by some kind of powerful creature?"

"Yes." Stevenson nodded, and said with the same tone: "To be precise, the "Narrwhale" is eating on the bottom of the sea, and these eddies and waves are just the aftermath of its eating."

"Naronwhale?" Ryan raised his brows. Creatures with "dragon" in their names are usually not simple things. Looking at the turbulent waves and eddies, you can know its power.

"So what does this have to do with greed? Could it be that the narwhal will share its prey with you?" Ryan stepped forward and looked at the dark seabed through the handrail. The huge black shadow is looming.

"If it knew me, I think it would be willing to share some prey with me, but unfortunately we don't know each other."

"Well, what are you going to do?" Ryan was a little curious. Could it be that this man planned to snatch food from the dragon whale's mouth?
Stevenson pointed to the center of the vortex in the distance and said:
"Mr. Lane, have you ever seen a whale? The narwhal is very close to them in terms of body structure. Well, I mean, like a whale, it cannot breathe underwater and needs to come out of the water to breathe. To some extent, I don't think it's any different from anything on land except that it's a better swimmer."

Ryan was taken aback. He didn't expect Stevenson to realize that there were mammals in the sea so early. He asked with interest:
"How did you see it?"

"I'm the captain, not some biologist who dissects animals every day." Stevenson glanced at Ryan.

"Well, what you said makes sense." Ryan was a little embarrassed, and instead of continuing to struggle with this question, he turned his head and looked over the side of the boat: "So what are you going to do?"

Stevenson didn't answer directly, but motioned Ryan to follow him to the side of the boat.

"Ordinary whales take a breath every half an hour, and the narwhal is about the same. When it takes a breath, the waves will calm down for a moment, about half a minute. This time is the best time for us to hunt. "Stevenson said and waved his hand, beckoning the sailors behind him to come forward.

half an hour?Ryan remembered that the waiter had also said that he would drive out of this area in about half an hour.

Three burly sailors walked up to Ryan. It seemed that they were often exposed to the sun. Their skin was a dark bronze color, and there were many deep wrinkles on their faces—this was the result of the joint erosion of sea wind and sun. At this moment, all three of them were holding something similar to a "rifle".

The reason for the approximation is that what these "guns" fire are not bullets, but something similar to arrows. It stands to reason that a weapon with this structure that fires arrows should be called a "crossbow arrow", but it is not the same as The crossbow bolt is obviously different, its "bullet" end is connected by a rope, and its shape is closer to a harpoon.

"This is a harpoon. People in South County prefer to call it "Anu's Gun." Stevenson looked at the sea water and said lightly: "Only the most powerful sailors can control it well, and it has never Will not live up to my expectations."

"You seem to know a lot about narwhals and this ocean?" Ryan was a little curious.

"Understanding the characteristics of this ocean is the prerequisite for being a good captain." Stevenson did not feel the joy of being praised, and remained calm, his eyes fixed on the sea.

For some reason, Stevenson’s words reminded Ryan of another captain—Mr. Sears, who sank the ship the first time he went to sea. Maybe it was because he didn’t know enough about the ocean when he encountered the shipwreck?
When the two were talking, the turbulent sea began to change, the vortex in the center gradually faded, replaced by a slight tremor of the hull, and a turbulent and powerful sound came from the bottom of the sea.

Sudden--
The huge water column stirred up with the sea surface, and a huge shadow appeared below the sea level, rising suddenly like a hill!The blue and white figure shone charmingly in the moonlight.

The appearance is somewhat similar to the killer whale, but the body is much larger. The long horn on the top of the head should be the source of its name. Ryan squinted his eyes and made a judgment.

boom!boom!
The two sailors suddenly pulled the trigger, and a thick arrow like a harpoon shot out, spanning a distance of tens of meters in an instant, and hitting the creature that was shot into the air by the water column.

"Good job, pull it back!" Stevenson showed an excited smile on his face.

At this time, the last sailor also pulled the trigger.

boom!
The thick harpoon-shaped arrow hit the largest of the prey before the water column fell.

As the huge body of the narwhal slid across the sea, the sea was churning, making waves, and the waves slapped hard against the hull. Even if the Prince Lawrence was a large ship, it would inevitably sway under such huge waves.

At the same time, the three ropes that seemed to be made of metal suddenly tightened, and the thick arms of the three sailors swelled instantly, wrestling with the prey. More than a dozen sailors behind them caught up, grabbed the ropes and began to exert force.

It's like a tug of war, fighting inch by inch.

"The strength of this fish is so great?" Ryan was a little surprised. Several sailors were trying their best to pull back each rope. Even so, the speed was still not fast.

Ryan turned his head and saw that Stevenson was staring at the three scale turtles struggling constantly on the surface of the sea.

After a few minutes of wrestling, the sailors dragged three huge scale turtles onto the deck. The three fish were of various sizes. The smallest one was only as thick as Ryan's calf, and the largest was as thick as Ryan's waist. The length reached an astonishing two meters or so.

"Scale turtles are the favorite prey of narwhals. Their bodies are covered with hard scales. These scales are very precious materials, and they have good magic conductivity and resistance."

Stevenson glanced sideways at the spoils on the deck, and explained with a smile:
"Depending on the size, the market price of the scale turtle fluctuates greatly. The smallest one can only be sold for 80 to 100 pounds, while the other two, I estimate the price is around 150 to 230 pounds."

"In other words, the combined value of these three scale turtles is about 450-500 pounds?" Ryan was a little surprised.

This is already equivalent to the price of ten first-class tickets, and this is Stevenson's personal prey. Even if some are distributed to the sailors, his personal harvest should be more than 200 pounds. Is it so profitable to go to sea?

Stevenson laughed:
"Yes, but narwhals are not common, and we had good luck tonight."

While speaking, he squatted down, took out a small knife, and pried along the gap between the scales, and quickly cut open the abdomen of the smallest scale turtle, revealing the crystal clear white tender meat inside.

"The most delicious part of the scale turtle is suitable for eating raw." Stevenson carefully cut off a piece and handed it to Ryan:

"Even in these ports in the South County, it's rare to get a chance to eat this, and it's almost impossible to find it in the inland areas."

Ryan wanted to say that he had tasted sashimi, but he really didn't like the taste, but when he saw that the crystal clear fish seemed to be different from what he ate today, he reached out and took the dagger, bit the tender meat, and It swallows it.

To his surprise, there was no toughness as expected, the fish melted in the mouth, and it did not have the slightly disgusting weird taste of the sashimi eaten at the port today.

Ryan chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed, and suddenly felt that eating sashimi every day didn't seem so unacceptable—of course, it wasn't the kind of strange fish that the port ate.

"Excellent!" He gave a thumbs up without hesitation.

Seeing Ryan eating, Stevenson also cut a piece of fish and put it in his mouth. As his teeth chewed, his expression gradually stretched, showing a happy expression, and couldn't help but admire:
"It's really delicious that can't be described in words."

He turned his head to look at Ryan beside him and said with a chuckle, "Mr. Dylan, now you know why I said I was hungry."

"It's really delicious." Ryan nodded and continued: "But it's too extravagant to eat a scale turtle worth hundreds of pounds like this?
Stevenson didn't answer Ryan's question, but pointed to the remaining fish meat and said with a smile: "The head of the fish is suitable for stewing soup, some places such as the back and tail can be fried, and the belly can be eaten raw."

"I have already informed the chef to make preparations. It is a very pleasant thing to enjoy food and wine together and exchange sea legends on such a night."

Glancing at the fish on the deck, which glowed faintly under the moonlight, Ryan swallowed his saliva.

After ten minutes.

The tall chef, wearing an apron and an oddly shaped hat, set up two large pots on the deck.

In the smaller pot on the left, the fish head and tofu were rolling in it. Under the steaming heat, there was a milky milk-like soup. The tempting aroma permeated the surroundings, and Ryan couldn't help smelling it a few more times.

In the larger pot on the right, there is hot oil that has not yet boiled. The fish meat and fish bones are coated with a layer of golden seasoning, and then sent into the oil pot, making a continuous "sizzling" sound.

A round table and chairs were set up in front of Ryan, and a bottle of uniquely shaped wine was placed on it. The color of the wine was transparent, but there were sparkling spots of light in the moonlight as it shook.

"Scale turtles are usually in the deep sea, and only when the unicorn whale hunts and eats, they will be brought to the shallow sea or even the sea surface. This is also a rare fish that lives in the deep sea but does not look ugly." Stevenson laughed and said:
"I have to tell you that most of the deep-sea creatures are really ugly." Stevenson paused, and added: "Ugly beyond your imagination."

It seems that there is not much difference in the oceans of this world. It is nothing more than the number of magical creatures. A thought flashed in Ryan's mind, and he responded with a smile: "Then I really want to see what is unimaginable ugliness." .”

While the two were chatting and laughing, several crew members brought a large silver-white plate, on which was fried until golden, with a very crispy shell on the surface, and the tantalizing aroma came out.

Stevenson raised his glass and made a toast:
"A good night, the dawn is with us!"

"Dawn is with us!" Ryan smiled and touched the glass with the other party, taking a sip of the transparent wine.

While enjoying the fish, Stevenson would talk about some interesting stories at sea from time to time. Although there were many doubts, Ryan did not speak rashly, but observed the other party silently.
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(End of this chapter)