Pope Behind the Scenes

At night, one of the coastal towns of Hordaland County in the southeastern part of the Norsk kingdom.

As a highly developed capitalist country, it is also one of the richest countries in the world today and a member of NATO.

With a total population of more than five million, it has a very high national happiness index.

However, the main population distribution is still concentrated in the metropolis. If the population of the coastal town is maintained at more than 100,000, it belongs to the large town of the Norsk Kingdom.

The buildings in the town tend to be in the style of Danish fairy tales.

Like a background description of a fairy tale town...

If it is at night, the view from a distance is even more dreamy.

The men running at night enjoyed the sea breeze at night and listened to the natural sound of the waves. They didn't even need to wear sports headphones. No music could compare to the sound of nature.

The cool wind at night will dry the sweat on the body, often just feel a little sweaty, and it will dry when it is full.

In the evening, there were many people who went out to exercise. The man ran to the road near the coast, stopped for a while, and took out the sports water bag he carried with him.

This hydration bag is particularly popular with Nordics and can be folded up and placed in a pocket or sports **** pack.

And the capacity is very large, equivalent to three-quarters of the capacity of a two-yuan mineral water bottle.

After drinking some water and blowing the sea breeze, there are no clouds in the sky at night, you can see the bright stars, and the moon is full.

The reflection on the sea is like copying the sky and pasting it.

If there is a boat passing by in the distance, you can see the blue phosphorescence in the current that the hull breaks through the waves.

The sea at night is not much less beautiful than during the day...

And the ghost ship with a terrifying atmosphere drifted over, and it looked more elegant than those dilapidated ghost ships in amusement parks.

"Pfft..." The man spat out all the water he had drunk in his mouth.

A huge barque appeared in his sight.

It was old and tattered, as if it had suddenly floated up from the sea, and the surface of the hull was still covered with barnacles.

Some of the old sails were broken with several holes, and some marine algae hung from the masts that supported the sails.

What frightened him most was the image of the ship, like the devil's sailing ship in hell.

A thick fog swirled around the ship, and there were pitch-black gun muzzles on the sides of the hull.

Inside is the black barrel extending outwards.

The man swallowed his saliva, his heart was about to jump out, and he kept warning himself in his heart that it was an illusion, an illusion.

But the three rows of muzzles shocked him too much.

Those forts were divided into three layers, upper, middle and lower. If the cannons on the ship fired a salvo, it would be enough to blow the soil away from where he was.

The flying Dutchman was constantly approaching the coast, and the ghost ship with a terrifying image of the sudden appearance of bad fog stunned all those who came out to exercise at night.

And it should have reached the position where it was stranded on the shore, but the ship was still slowly approaching here.

Then a few people on the shore discovered that as the ghost ship approached, even the sea area on the coastline began to rise.

The Flying Dutchman is following this rising tide.

The man who ran at night felt his feet were wet. He didn't expect that the high tide in this sea area had spread to the road. Is this equivalent to rising sea level?

If the sea level rises so fast, it will not submerge many parts of the world.

"There's something in the water... wait... help!"

Soon the high tide was over his ankles.

Underwater, it was like a pair of hands firmly clasped his ankles, and then dragged him directly into the sea. The high tide water submerged the road near the coast of the town.

The Flying Dutchman's appearance this time has been fruitful.

Davy Jones strolled on the deck, and those who were forcibly plundered onto the ship by the mysterious power in the sea shivered in fear.

In their eyes, Davy Jones is a sea monster, and it is quite in line with the captain of the ghost ship in people's imagination.

A total of eleven people were caught, three elderly people and five adults in their thirties and forties.

and three young men under twenty.

Davy Jones asked them with his eyes wide open. There was a strong smell of the sea on his body, and he said loudly, "Do you know where this is?"

Eleven were tied to the deck by the ropes used to tie the canvas on the mast.

They twitched their lips and didn't know how to get back to the monster in front of them. They only knew that this was on a ship, and the monster in front of them was the captain of this ship.

"You don't know... all your pedantic heads are thinking that this is a ship!

But you don't know that this ship is very famous. She left behind a lot of legends. When this ship was haunted hundreds of years ago, even the most vicious sea pirates on the sea were afraid to hear her name. "

Davy Jones didn't want to sell any more, he said directly, "Here is the flying Dutchman!

The legendary ghost ship! Ghost Ship! And I'm Davy Jones, the captain of this ship, have you heard my legend? "

Davy Jones suddenly became very looking forward to it. He wore an ancient pipe in his hand, and whenever he got close to a person, he would blow a smoke ring over the other person.

What burns in his pipe is not shredded tobacco, but dried algae and fish scales.

"I...I've heard...your story..." The oldest old woman shuddered.

This suddenly increased the interest of Davy Jones, perhaps the old man was not afraid of death, she said boldly.

"The legendary ghost ship The Flying Dutchman is a ghost ship that can never return home, destined to drift and sail at sea.

The Flying Dutchman is usually spotted at a distance, sometimes with a ghostly glow.

It is said that if other ships greeted her, her crew would try to send a message to someone on land or someone long dead.

An encounter with this ghost ship was seen as a sign of doom by the navigators. "

Another old man also said, "The story I heard when I was a child was not like this... Davy Jones was responsible for collecting the unjust souls of sea victims for the sea monster, but some people said that it was the goddess of the sea.

If Davy Jones finds that there are victims at sea who are not dead, he will hire him to be a crew member on the Flying Dutchman, and if he doesn't agree..."

The old man shuddered and didn't dare to continue speaking~www.readwn.com~ Davy Jones said for him, "If you don't agree, you will kill them and dig up their bones and fill them on the Flying Dutchman... First of all, I want to emphasize that it is not a sea monster, but the sea **** I believe in... Leviathan!

Secondly...I'll give you a very good job, working on my ship...if you don't agree...then the end of the story told by this old man will be played out on you. "

The young man asked with wide eyes, "But we didn't get shipwrecked, and you didn't rescue us!"

Davy Jones laughed, "But you're on my boat...hahahaha!"

The Flying Dutchman quickly left the coast of the town, the tide came and went faster, and the ship seemed to be washed away with a small floating leaf.

In just a few minutes, with the help of the night and the fog around him, he disappeared from the farthest sea level sight that people in the town could see.