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Chapter 25 The Gaze from the Sea

"Damn it, the tower keeper's son is having insomnia at sea, it's hilarious."

Perhaps it was the unease and anxiety permeating the air that made Arthur Curry feel extremely uncomfortable, given the fish's instinct for danger.

So after only a short rest, I got up and habitually went to check the supplies.

As the storm approached, it became difficult to hear the sounds of fish below the surface, which diminished Arthur's sense of security and caused him some anxiety.

At this moment, Carrot was as quiet as a sleeping baby, with his eyes gently closed.

Immerse yourself in the depths of your consciousness through meditation, repeatedly replaying the battle in your mind.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Heart to heart, fist to fist, battling another self in the realm of thought, thousands of thoughts flashing through each second, each a different possible offensive in the instant time stands still.

Meditation is an art, and its only opponent is oneself.

Gradually, a thin, cicada-wing-like force field emanated from Carrot, enveloping his entire body and counteracting the power he was invisibly leaking.

"Well"

Suddenly, a voice from afar entered his mind.

"Well"

Ok?
What is that sound?
Is the water flowing?
In theory, El can hear sounds from anywhere on this planet.

This was something that annoyed him for a long time.

Then, during his school years, he learned to listen to lectures like a student sitting in the last row of the class, without hearing a single word, no matter how other students played on their phones, chatted about games, how the teacher explained the knowledge points on the stage, or how the top students discussed the application of the example problems. No matter how noisy or chaotic the classroom was, he simply didn't hear a single word.

Similarly, no matter how chaotic and noisy the surroundings are, as soon as the words "get out of class dismissed" are heard, the ears can immediately pick them up and control the body to react!

Carrot El slowly opened his eyes. The instant his eyelids lifted, his brain began to consciously receive all the sounds within a 500-mile radius and filter out useless information.

"Ok?"

Their gaze had not yet turned to look beyond.

The energy perception, reaching directly to the nerves, has already locked onto the location of the sound, which is rapidly approaching.

Glancing past the sleeping crowd, Carrot El's eyes turned to a spot in the southeast. Clearly, the thick wall in front of him could not obstruct his view.

As his gaze pierced the ocean, the colossal deep-sea creature at the edge of his vision caused Carrot to frown deeply:
"Ok?"

"Coming towards us?"

Carrot El stood there, puzzled and lost in thought.

He simply couldn't figure out the logic behind it.

Is such a dilapidated fishing boat worth this old man making the grand gesture of moving his backside?

After a moment of contemplation, Carrot El suddenly narrowed his eyes, his entire gaze instantly turning to Tony Stark, who was fast asleep beside him, his mouth gradually opening wide—

Then, he slapped his forehead and muttered a helpless curse:
"Fuck!"

-

"Can't sleep? Newbie?"

Walid, as if he had expected this, mocked Arthur, but didn't forget to hand him an old-fashioned oil lamp to hang on the wall and take a bottle of seasickness medicine from a drawer.

Arthur Curry washed his face with the water in the house, declined the seasickness medicine (since he wasn't seasick at all), and said in a low voice:
"I'll say it again, Captain, I'm not a newbie."

Walid Jassam patted him on the shoulder with a smile. Completely different from his serious and unsmiling demeanor during the day, as night fell and he shed his busy work, he resembled an old man quietly watching the sea from his room.

“Protecting newcomers is the responsibility of every veteran sailor.” Arthur Curry lowered his head, opened his mouth, and sat down against the wall in the captain's cabin.

"I'm sorry about what happened during the day, but I really think we should change our flight path."

"While the beacon network is still usable."

Arthur knew very well that old Walid was indeed a qualified captain, but their work did not allow for the slightest negligence, which was why he was so strict in his work.

If the bait in one cage is not arranged properly, their efforts at sea for several months will be greatly diminished, or even completely wasted.

Walid Jassam smiled at him. Although he had said those things during the day, he had only thought of Arthur as a hot-blooded young boy. However, hearing him apologize now, he was in a good mood.

"You must learn to trust the captain, son."

"We can't leave now; the storm will make us lose our way at sea."

Seeing this, Arthur Curry sighed helplessly and took a big gulp of wine. He couldn't say it outright, but with him there, the ship definitely wouldn't get lost at sea.

"Zizzizi!"

"Zizzizi!"

"Zizzizi!"

Just then, the previously clear radar display on the ship suddenly became blurry, as if it had been interfered with.

"Damn it, looks like we're out of luck. The beacon outside seems to be malfunctioning."

When it comes to serious matters, Captain Walid Jassem is more decisive and experienced than anyone else.

"It's possible that the communication beacons were affected by the storm."

"Manual repair may be necessary."

"I'll go get the tools and change into your rain work clothes. Newbie, come with me."

Arthur Curry knew the situation was urgent, so he quickly got up without delay and didn't want to explain the word "newcomer" anymore.

Soon, the two men, secured by safety ropes, climbed step by step onto the deck amidst the storm.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Boom!"

The storm brought torrential rain, accompanied by frequent rumbling thunder, like a harbinger of the apocalypse.

Arthur Curry stood in front of the old captain, seemingly trying to shield him from the rain, but Walid Jassem refused.

In his words, you are a newcomer, and you need to learn to trust your captain.

Arthur didn't stop him, because his father had done the same thing before, but he followed closely behind Walid, afraid that something might happen to the old man.

Stumbling and staggering through the wind and rain, the old captain groped his way forward step by step with his searchlight, looking down from the deck.

Amidst the heavy rain and dense clouds, a faint light, representing a signal light, could be seen rising and falling slowly as the buoy swayed.

"Ok??"

Looking down at the sea, Walid Jassam frowned. "Strange, the signal lights are still on, which means there's nothing wrong?"

"BOOM!!!!!"

Just then, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky, briefly illuminating the surrounding darkness.

The surging waves reflected a huge silhouette, which had somehow risen from the sea and stood behind the two of them, as if gazing down from the depths of the ocean, watching their every move.

"Well"

(End of this chapter)