Traces and Shipwreck Wailer

Actually, as early as the Han Dynasty in Evan's previous life, the Celestial Dynasty had already started eating raw fish, called "Fish Carpaccio". It's just that freshwater fish have more parasites, so it gradually became less popular and was carried forward by coastal island countries.

Captain Gell took the lead in giving Evan face, picking up a slice of fish that was so thin you could see through it in the sunlight. He first praised Evan's knife skills, then put it in his mouth, and was instantly conquered by the fresh and sweet taste of the raw fish.

Used to fish soup and grilled fish, this novel way of eating had a unique flavor.

"Hmm, not bad, fresh, sweet, and tender. You guys should try it too."

Those above set the example, and those below followed. The crew members tried it one after another, becoming fans of Evan's newly invented way of eating sea fish.

Afterward, the chef brought the carefully prepared barbecue to the table. Several officers left on the "Warrior" across the way were also invited to join the lunch on the Silver Wing, and for a time, everyone enjoyed the food and wine.

The leisurely time did not last long. As the crew members who went to fetch water returned one after another, they brought back exciting news. At the island's water source, they unexpectedly discovered traces of other people's activities!

"We'll follow them!"

Although they couldn't be sure if it was One-Eyed Beck, no one wanted to give up on this rare clue. After a short rest, the two warships quickly raised their sails and set sail, chasing in the direction the other party might have left.

The whistling sea breeze filled the sails.

As an observer, Evan stood on the main mast's observation platform, and a strange thought suddenly popped into his head.

Other transmigrators are chased and killed by forces big and small all day long, busy running for their lives, while he has already risen to the point of chasing and killing others. He shouldn't be embarrassing the vast number of transmigrators, right?

Then, he dismissed the joking thought in his head.

He touched his chin. More than three years of experience as a hunter constantly reminded him that the roles of hunter and prey are not immutable. As a hunter, he must always be vigilant against the prey's counterattack.

Especially when this prey is also a cunning predator!

And One-Eyed Beck's style of doing things gave him this feeling. The guy is hiding and not leaving, staying in the Third Fleet's jurisdiction, there must be other purposes.

This tracking lasted another whole day. Near a large area of ​​rocky islands stretching for dozens of miles, traces of other ships were finally discovered.

It was a half-full oak barrel, which looked like it had accidentally fallen into the sea, and then just happened to float into the warship's line of sight with the sea current.

The crew members fished it out of the sea.

"Bang!"

Opening the wine barrel, which had nothing special about its appearance, a scent of wine wafted out. Even Evan, who hardly drank, knew that this was the most common Rum at sea.

But the first mate Perry solemnly poured a glass, smelled the aroma, and took a small sip, and said with great certainty: "This barrel of wine is not produced on the Black Sea coast, at least not Rum produced by the countries of the Tulip Alliance."

Meeting the puzzled gazes of most of the crew members.

The first mate asked the crew to pour a glass of Rum stored on the ship, put the two glasses of wine together, and explained: "The countries of the Tulip Alliance have frequent exchanges and many wineries. But in fact, their wineries are all located in the colonies of the Southern Continent, where there is enough sugar cane as raw material, and the sugar and brewing industries are very developed."

"No matter how the process changes, whether it is blended or not, the sugar cane as raw material is only that one kind. Therefore, the sugar cane wine on the Tulip Alliance side has a common aroma, which is different from other producing areas."

Hearing this, Evan also picked up two glasses of wine to smell, trying to find the difference between the two, but to no avail. He could only silently look at the first mate with the attitude of a newbie admiring a big shot. As expected, old ginger is spicier.

"In other words, a foreign guy didn't take the normal route and ran to this godforsaken place for no reason. I think he's probably a pirate, and most likely our target, 'One-Eyed Beck'!" The first mate stated his deduction.

Although there are many explanations for the existence of this foreign wine, most people on the ship agreed with the first mate's statement, so Evan did not interject in something he was not good at.

"Notify the Warrior."

At Gell's suggestion, the news was quickly announced to the Warrior via semaphore. Then the Warrior replied, suggesting that the two warships separate here, each responsible for one side of the rocky archipelago. Once the other party's trace is discovered, send a signal to the other party.

And before the Silver Wing could respond, the Warrior had already impatiently sailed towards the outer side of the Chaotic Rock Islands, where the sea currents flowed, theoretically making it more likely to find their target.

"Captain, is this really okay? After all, the Silver Wing discovered the clues first." The Warrior's navigator asked hesitantly. He was one of the officers who had stayed on the warship and was invited to share lunch on the Silver Wing, and now he felt that his captain's behavior was not very ethical.

"What's wrong with it? Didn't we share our discovery at the water source with them yesterday? Now that we've caught One-Eyed Beck's tail, it's every man for himself. Whoever catches him gets him."

The captain, a burly man with a blue beard, although lower in rank than Gell, being only a lieutenant colonel, had no command relationship with Gell. He was only cooperating at sea because of orders from the headquarters, so naturally, he wasn't afraid to compete with him for credit.

Watching the Warrior rush out ahead, the officers and soldiers on the Silver Wing didn't look too good. This hogging behavior was too unsightly. Just because they had a little clue, they wanted to ditch everyone else and go it alone?

And did this guy think of One-Eyed Beck as meat on the chopping board, just waiting for him to cook it? Was he really that reckless?

"Make sure to record everything in the nautical log. If something goes wrong, it's not our fault." Gell didn't say much, just instructed the officers on the ship to record what happened, first clearing themselves of responsibility.

"Let him go. One-Eyed Beck is not easy to deal with, with his bizarre behavior. We'll take the inner route."

At the same time, on a sea ship with black sails.

"Captain, good news! Gagon says a fish has taken the bait!"

The first mate, covered in tattoos, ran quickly to the forecastle, bent over ninety degrees, and reported the news to the one-eyed captain wearing a tricorn pirate hat.

The one-eyed captain turned around, his only eye seeming to carry barbs, making the first mate unconsciously look away, not daring to meet his gaze.

His own captain, "One-Eyed Beck," was a hundred times more terrifying and insane than the rumors outside. Even someone like himself, who had followed him for many years, didn't dare to disobey him in the slightest.

"Go tell Gagon, if his divination with the entrails is not accurate this time, next time we'll use his own entrails! Understand?!" A suppressed, disgusting sound, like rotten silt from the seabed, entered the first mate's ears, making him feel uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to show any different expression on his face.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll go tell him right away." The first mate nodded like a chicken pecking rice, not daring to say a word more, let alone hesitate, and quickly ran down from the forecastle.

He just muttered to himself in his heart.

"Although Gagon is just a native wizard who knows a little bit of witchcraft, he is also the second most terrifying person on this ship.

Just the thought of cutting open animals' bellies and using their entrails for divination is enough to send chills down one's spine. I'd better not provoke him."

Watching the first mate's departing figure, One-Eyed Beck was very satisfied with his deterrent power.

He turned around and caressed a black stone sculpture placed behind the figurehead, a trace of eagerness flashing in his only eye.

As long as he could sink another warship and complete the ritual, this powerful marine treasure, the "Shipwreck Lament," could be unlocked.

And he—the great Captain One-Eyed Beck—could also complete the transformation of the extraordinary path and become a rare and powerful "Shipwreck Wailer"!