Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

"What on earth is this…" Yamamoto Kazuo's expression was uncertain. Fishermen rely on the weather for their livelihood and have many taboos; this wriggling creature on the deck was clearly not a good omen. Of course, they weren't really fishermen, after all.

"When in doubt, you're just a clueless fool," Qiu Yuan quipped. Unfortunately, this was just a memory; no one could hear him, not even the system could enter. Without a straight man, it was a bit lonely.

"Maybe it's some rare species, and we can sell it for a good price when it gets ashore." Most of the people on this ship were desperate criminals who risked their lives and believed in their own fists more than ghosts and gods.

"That's it."

"Compared to this, the sky is a bit overcast. Is it going to rain soon? Can our little rickety trawler withstand a storm?"

As they were talking, one of the crew members seemed to have made a new discovery. His eyes lit up. "Hey, look, isn't that land ahead?" he said, pointing to the direction the ship was heading.

Following his pointing finger, the group looked and saw a faint outline of an island shrouded in mist in the distance. Then, they turned to look at Yamamoto Kazuo, awaiting their leader's final decision.

Kazuo Yamamoto looked up at the sky again, finally nodded, and returned to the cabin. He tried to contact the island's port with the radio, but just like GPS being interfered with, the radio was also ineffective, so the group had to continue navigating the ship closer.

As the ship approached the harbor, a man in a blue uniform appeared on the dock, waving from afar and directing them to dock smoothly.

"Hey guys, I've never seen you before. Is this your first time fishing here?" the man called out loudly.

Kazuo Yamamoto cautiously looked around to make sure there was no danger, then ordered the crew to lower the gangway. He only spoke cautiously when he got closer to the man: "Our ship's GPS and radio malfunctioned, causing us to deviate from our course and stray into this area. Seeing that the sky was unusually overcast, we thought we should find the nearest port to dock."

The man nodded in understanding. “It’s been quite strange lately. The radio signal has been intermittent for the past few weeks. We called the telecommunications company to send someone to fix it, but they keep dragging their feet… a bunch of incompetent bastards.” He then looked at Yamamoto Kazuo and the group behind him, adding, “The weather forecast says there will be strong winds and heavy rain later. There are hotels on the island; you can stay one night before you set off. The weather will be much better tomorrow.”

Kazuo Yamamoto nodded. "But could you tell us where we are first?"

The man chuckled, "Oh dear, what a forgetful thing I am! I forgot to introduce myself. This is American Island, but you should be more familiar with its other name: the Island of Mermaids. Ever heard of it?"

Regardless of whether others had heard of it, Akihara Kazumitsu had only just encountered the name. He murmured to himself, "The distant land of mermaids..."

One of the crew members chimed in excitedly, "Oh, I've heard of it! There's a long-lived woman on this island who supposedly lives forever by eating mermaid flesh, right?"

“That’s right, exactly.” The man was delighted to hear someone respond. He glanced at Yamamoto and their fishing boat, his eyes darting around halfway, and then asked casually, “Have you caught anything? If you have any fresh fish, I’d like to buy some to take home and cook.”

The crew member next to him was eager to speak, but was stopped by Kazuo Yamamoto. He shook his head regretfully, "We just set sail and hadn't even reached our fishing spot when this happened. We hadn't even had a chance to cast our nets before we ended up here."

"Alright then." The man wasn't disappointed. After saying goodbye to everyone, he went back to work.

Kazuo Yamamoto left two crew members behind to guard the cargo on the ship, while the others followed him to the island.

Along the way, he looked around, habitually observing the expressions of the native islanders passing by, and he indeed discovered something amiss. The passersby were in a hurry, and their faces were not pleasant; the atmosphere on the island, like the weather, was oppressive.

He simply stopped a pedestrian and asked his question, but the pedestrian just pushed him away with a look of disgust, muttered "Smith Marseille" in a low voice, and hurried away.

It wasn't until they arrived at their hotel that he raised the same question with the hotel manager, who also looked gloomy and pale. The manager then told them that there had been several disappearances on the island recently, including one involving a middle-aged man and his son in his early twenties.

Finally, as if threatening Yamamoto Kazuo and his group, he lowered his voice and said, "Everyone is saying that they are under the curse of mermaids. You outsiders, you should leave as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, the nonchalant crew member laughed and scolded, "Boss, you're really foolish to turn down business."

The innkeeper shook his head, making an excuse that he needed to go to the kitchen to check on how his wife was preparing the food for them, and told them to make themselves at home. Outside the inn, dark clouds hung heavy, and no rain fell for a long time. Yamamoto Kazuo decided to go for a walk; the feeling of things slipping out of his control made him very unhappy.

He went to the American Shrine in the center of the island, the one where the legendary longevity goddess lived. He didn't go inside, but instead walked around the shrine, where he could see a beautiful girl dressed as a shrine maiden busy at work in the distance.

He chose to smoke a cigarette in the shade of a nearby tree. Just as the cigarette was about to burn out, it finally started to drizzle. Just as he was about to return to the hotel, he suddenly saw the man he had met at the dock earlier walking by with an umbrella. He then remembered that, unlike the others on the island who were filled with worry, this man had been in high spirits, even now, walking in the rain with an umbrella, he had a smile on his face.

He reached out and touched the dagger strapped to his waist, and followed them.

At the seaside, in the woods.

The man slipped into the woods, with Yamamoto Kazuo close behind. The man stopped in a clearing where a person was pacing back and forth, as if waiting for him.

Kazuo Yamamoto hid behind a tree and began to eavesdrop on the two's conversation.

"I'm quitting, you should quit too! Guang Teng has disappeared, and we might be next!" the man who had been waiting for the man in the woods said anxiously.

"Calm down. How do you know that Guang Teng didn't think there was a profit to be made and just ran away with some of the samples..." the man comforted him.

"The police investigation is in. Nothing was missing from his house. If he were running away, he wouldn't have left empty-handed! Anyway, I'm not doing this anymore! What our ancestors always said was that eating mermaid flesh would bring retribution... I really shouldn't have done this with you!"

"That thing doesn't look like a mermaid at all; it's probably some kind of mutated octopus," the man said casually. "Fine, if you don't want to do it, that's fine. We can't catch any more these days anyway."

The person opposite him let out a long sigh. "Then I'm leaving. Take care of yourself."

"Then you may have a safe journey..."

Then came the sound of a blunt object striking something soft, accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking. Yamamoto Kazuo peered over and saw the man holding a stone the size of an adult's head. The person lying on the ground twitched for a moment, then fell still.