Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 555 Dangerous Sea Area
A sober world.

It's the second day now.

The upper deck of the smuggling ship heading towards forbidden waters.

The first day of the voyage was relatively peaceful.

Zadok Allen was indeed a veteran of smuggling routes, easily bypassing all the patrol fleets along the coast.

...

When Milo pushed open the cabin door and came out, the seabirds perched on the mast scattered in all directions.

Then, turning your head, you can see Rebecca sitting on the railing, studying a nautical chart, with her hat pulled low in the early morning.

Hearing the noise, she turned her head and glanced at Milo:
"It's been all night, have you come up with any results yet?"

Rebecca knew that Milo hadn't slept at all; he had been holed up in his cabin since yesterday, studying the equations in that little notebook.

"Hmm—I have absolutely no clue."

Milo yawned, making no attempt to hide his frustration.

He had assumed that with his extensive reading, mastering Emma's calculations would be no problem. However, the truth was that this thing couldn't be understood using conventional concepts of equations and theorems. It was more like something highly unpredictable and possessing its own thought processes, creating all sorts of problems and refusing to be understood by Milo.

But Daisy has already said that the Noscia equation might be the key element in rescuing Emma.

Milo had to grit his teeth and keep reading.

This reading lasted all night.

When he stopped thinking and stepped out of the cabin, his mind was as empty as the sea surface at that moment.

Yes, there's nothing there.

It's no different from taking a nap.

I might as well just go to sleep.

...

"Where are we?" Milo looked around at the horizon.

Before Rebecca could answer, Captain Allen, who was carrying a monocular telescope on the bow of the ship, shouted loudly towards Milo: "The wind was very favorable for us yesterday. We traveled more than 500 nautical miles in one go. If the rest of the journey goes smoothly, I think we may be able to reach that area before dark."

Milo probably knew what Allen meant by "that area of ​​the sea".

Although it may not necessarily lead to any major trouble, crossing that kind of dark sea in the daylight is always better than groping in the dark at night.

but.

Milo raised his hand in mid-air and carefully felt the change in the direction of the sea breeze.

He then shook his head: "It seems our good luck isn't going to last long."

Unsurprisingly.

Less than half an hour later, the captain ordered the mainsail to be furled.

Because from now on they are facing headwinds.

...

I wonder if this could be considered a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Anyway, the ship arrived at "that area" right at midnight, several hours later than the originally expected evening.

A thick fog rose over the sea at midnight.

The visibility was already poor at night, and now it was so bad that you couldn't see the stern from the bow.

Moreover, judging from the nautical chart, this area is dotted with many scattered islands, which means that if you drift blindly in the dark, the probability of hitting the reefs is extremely high.

……

Every kerosene lamp on the deck, shrouded in mist, resembled a lantern wrapped in white gauze, surrounded by a hazy, spherical outline.

At this moment, the ship's steam engine was slowly coming to a stop, and Allen directed the crew to make the next preparations.

It's not hard to see that the thick fog surrounding them was putting some pressure on the captain. Encountering bad weather in bad waters is bad luck for anyone, but overall, Allen remained calm, and everyone on the ship performed their duties in an orderly manner.

Meanwhile, Milo and Rebecca remained calmly seated on the upper deck railing, completely out of place with the oppressive atmosphere that permeated the ship.

Actually, Rebecca was almost in the zone.

After all, she was a visionary, and her senses were far superior to those of Allen and the others. Even when she was in the mist, she could still detect the ghostly movements coming from the depths of the calm sea.

The area is surrounded by many islands. If the scattered noises were coming from nearby islands, they wouldn't be so unsettling. But the opposite is true. The surrounding sea and the distant islands are excessively quiet, almost deathly still.

Upon realizing this, Rebecca instinctively placed her hand on the weapon's grip.

Milo, who was standing nearby, could clearly sense the source of Rebecca's deep-seated fear.

Born in colonial waters, she seems to have no innate affinity for the ocean. Instead, certain experiences have instilled in her a fear of the deep sea.

However, that period of fear was so long ago that even Rebecca herself seemed to have forgotten it.

Even so, her hand on the gun handle remained steady.

Until Milo suddenly spoke:
"By the way, is your sleep-talking habit going to never get better?"

Rebecca, who was intently using her spiritual senses to search for the dark things beneath the sea, was startled by Milo's words, who was standing right next to her.

"Is this the fuck the time to talk about this?!" she hissed angrily, her voice low and hissing like a kitten as she cursed at Milo.

"I was just trying to calm you down because you seemed a bit nervous," Milo muttered. "But seriously, you really did talk in your sleep last night, and it was really loud, alternating between crying and laughing, it was kind of scary..."

"Using embarrassment to ease tension, is that it?" Rebecca made no attempt to hide the murderous glint in her eyes.

And I felt a hundred times regretful—I shouldn't have slept that way yesterday.

But Milo had no intention of stopping. As he recalled, he muttered to himself, "If I remember correctly, you called out the names of several acquaintances. Oh right, you cursed Butch seven or eight times, and... who is 'Little Lo'? Why are you calling him so affectionately?"

Although the tone is indeed a question, it sounds like someone is asking something very seriously.

But just one glance at the suppressed laughter on his face tells you that he was simply teasing Rebecca.

The fog was so thick that no one could see the complex expression on Rebecca's face, and both of them were facing away from all the lights on the ship. However, judging from the tone of her voice, the tension had been completely "relieved" - "Don't force me to kill you."

“It’s not that bad.” Milo glanced back at Allen and the others, then whispered, “They went through all that trouble to bring us here; it would be unreasonable to kill them.”

I'm talking about you!

"Oh, is that so? That's not what you said in your sleep."

"@#￥%……&*……%#@#￥"

(End of this chapter)