Chapter 448 – New Members of the Lost Country Fleet

Chapter 448 – New Member of the Lost Country Fleet

A high-speed exploration ship with a clean white hull abruptly floated up from the sea – its side almost brushing against the Sea Mist’s stern, while the violent fluctuations swirling up from the sea caused both ships to go into violent rocking.

Even the undead sailors cried out in alarm at the situation.

Tirion rushed to the deck, and the first thing he saw was his men running towards the stern of the ship, with First Mate Aiden’s bare head standing out among them, and at the end of the deck, there was the “uninvited guest” that was almost right next to the Sea Mist.

“What the hell is going on?”

Tirian rushed to Aiden’s side in a few steps, and pressed the latter’s shoulder and asked loudly.

“Not sure, it was a ship that came out of nowhere – I almost subconsciously ordered the guns to fire,” Aiden spluttered, “everyone was still tightly wound up, anyone who’s ‘out of the sea thing that came up out of the sea,’ and that thing came up ……”

Tirion let go of the first mate and took a step and darted all the way aft, and by the time he arrived, there were dozens of men gathered on this side of the deck, nervous sailors pointing their lances at the opposite side of the ship, and a few sailors already taking up positions near the close-in guns at the stern, and the atmosphere was so tense that it seemed as if the air were about to explode with sparks.

Tirion looked across the parapet and saw a large group of sailors running out of another ship close by, dressed as ordinary seamen from a civilian ship, and waving flags from a high platform at the stern, the opposite side of the ship looked just as panicked as the Sea Mist.

Tirian frowned, just wanting to distinguish the identity of the ship across the street, he heard a piercing noise in his ears when the horn was activated, followed by a mid-range voice coming from the radio of the ship across the street:
“I’m sorry, this is the White Oak belonging to the Lost Country Fleet, my ship is performing a spirit world uplift operation for the first time, and due to an operational error I nearly rammed your ship …… Repeat, this is the White Oak, belonging to the Lost Country Fleet …… “

Listening to the broadcast on the other side, the expression on Tirian’s face instantly stiffened, Aiden who just ran from the back even more his feet almost slipped, this bald big man’s head seems to be oozing bright beads of sweat, his voice is a little out of tune: “Captain, to …… what the other side said? Who do they say they are?”

Tirion did not say anything, the first thing that came to mind was the reminder that the other party inexplicably appeared just before he broke contact with his father, as well as the strange smile that appeared in the mirror before the illusion dissipated.

The expression on his face subtly changed twice, and then immediately after he saw something else out of the corner of his eye, he came to the edge of the deck and looked down.

The reflection of the “White Oak” was reflected in the sea water, but what appeared in the reflection was a ghost ship wrapped in dark shadows and thick smoke.

He finally recalled where he had seen this somewhat familiar ship.

In the previous battle in the fog, the ship that swept across the battlefield like the wind, and no one was sure of its origin – now they had met again.

At this time the sailors on the ship also noticed the special reflection of the strange ship in the sea water on the opposite side, Aiden even also recalled the other party’s origin, he looked up at Tirian in astonishment, “Captain, they are the old captain’s ……”

“…… Father always has his arrangements,” the corner of Tirian’s eye was obviously twitching, but he still tried to make his expression as calm as possible when he spoke, “To be honest, I really didn’t think that in this era there would be someone who would greatly shout on the radio that themselves as a member of the ‘Lost Country Fleet’ …… Where the hell did father find these guys?”

“Perhaps they knew where the Sea Mist came from?” Aiden spoke up with less certainty, “What to do? Say hello to them? Invite them to the ship? Gotta figure out what they want ……”

Tirian suddenly felt a bit of a toothache.

“Make an open call on the radio, ask them to send a representative, and tell them to stop shouting about the Lost Fleet on the radio, we’re not the only ship in the harbor area,” the soon-to-be consul of the city-state, “The Great Pirate” said hopelessly, and then added, “Oh yeah, and tell the port to stop shouting about the Lost Fleet. He then added, “Oh yeah, and tell the harbor side not to be nervous – they must have seen the White Oak suddenly emerge from the sea.”

At this juncture, a contraption suddenly emerging from the sea was just too frightening.

“Aye, Captain.”

Aiden led the order to leave.

After some time, the Sea Mist finally established normal communication with the strange “White Oak”, and after a brief exchange of views and explanation of the situation, the other party agreed to send a representative to board the ship to talk.

It wasn’t long before Tirian saw the representative sent by the other side – a middle-aged man wearing a seaman’s uniform, tall and thin, with short brown hair slightly curly, looking smart and capable, bringing a young priest to the Sea Mist.

“Greetings, Captain Tirion – I’ve heard a great deal about you,” the middle-aged man said as he mounted the deck, a broad, friendly smile on his face as he extended his hand to Tirion, “I’m Gus, the first mate of the White Oak, and next to me is our accompanying chaplain, Mr. Jensen.”

Tirion was a bit confused, because he never thought that the person who stepped down from the strange “Double Phantom Ship”, which could travel through various abnormal waters such as the mirror image and the spirit world, would be such a person.

A normal person with a bright smile, flesh and blood, friendly and warm, healthy in body and mind.

Neither crazy nor insane, with his limbs intact, and no signs of mental problems or physical mutation at all – this is the new member of the Lost Country Fleet? Someone who was favored by his father?
Despite the many doubts that popped up in his mind, Tirian subconsciously reached out his hand and shook First Officer Gus’s hand.

“Tirion Abnomar, captain of the Sea Mist, there should be no need for an introduction,” he looked at the “sunny, cheerful and normal person” in front of him, who claimed to be the first mate of the White Oak, but his eyes were still skeptical, “You said that you are the members of the …… members of the Lost Country Fleet?”

“Yes, new members.” First mate Gus said with a smile, at the same time also in front of the eyes of this famous “big pirate”, the heart can not help but also some doubts.

Although the one-eye was a bit scary, but on the whole his attitude was quite friendly, his eyes were calm and rational, and his body didn’t show a horrifyingly mutilated posture like the undead around him, he didn’t look like a mentally disturbed madman or a maniac contaminated by the ancient gods at all. This is Captain Duncan’s eldest son? Why can’t he look mentally ill?

The two broadly speaking “members of the Lost Fleet” met for the first time, and at the same time doubted the mental state of the opposite party, and then coincidentally put away the unfriendly thoughts in their hearts, and looked at each other with a smile.

“I’ve seen you on the battlefield before,” Tirian was the first to break the somewhat awkward silence, “you were whistling through the fog, impressive.”

“We were on orders to Mirror Frost,” First Mate Gus explained, “Can’t afford to delay the big event after all.”

“Father’s orders?” Tirion said casually, and then his eyes became a little subtle as his gaze fell on the young priest named Jensen, “You have another chaplain on board with you …… Has the Church of the Deep been so accommodating?”

Priest Jensen’s expression was a bit embarrassed, crying and laughing as he shrugged, “At least so far, the Goddess hasn’t sent down a punishment.”

“Don’t you also have a chapel on board?” First Mate Gus, on the other hand, glanced up at the eye-catching shipboard chapel at the stern of the ship.

“…… Rather.”

Tirian choked and laughed without embarrassment, while at the same time something else came to his mind – the

On the Lost Country ship, there seemed to be a “Magister” lady from the Church of the Righteous God.

Father had even brought the Inquisitor of Prand on board, so it didn’t seem strange to have some accompanying priests in the “Lost Country Fleet”?

Realizing that it would be better for him not to delve too deeply into the secrets of the realm of the “gods”, Tirian quickly extinguished his own associations in this regard, and instead rectified his expression and asked curiously, “What is the mission of your hasty ‘surfacing’ here? What is your mission here?”

“Oh, we are here to meet our captain.” First Mate Gus hurriedly explained.

“Your captain?”

“Captain Lawrence previously led a land battle squad into the mirror world to fight, and then returned to the real world’s city-state with Frost’s Gatekeeper, and just now we received a message that he was returning to the ship,” First Mate Gus patiently explained, “It’s just that it seems to have run into a bit of trouble over there, and Martha Ms. Martha ordered us to come up to the surface to meet her. ……”

“Trouble?” Tirion subconsciously frowned, and was just about to ask for some details when he saw his Bosun walking briskly from the side.

The Sailor Captain came to his side and reported in a low and quick voice.

The expression on Tirian’s face grew subtle.

First Mate Gus noticed this and couldn’t help but speak, “May I ask what is happening ……”

“Your captain, isn’t he an old man in a white overcoat, about fifty or sixty years old, looking like a ghost?”

First mate Gus froze for a moment, a little hesitant, “He …… doesn’t look like a ghost normally, but everything else is right.”

“That’s right then,” Tirian spread his hands, “your captain led a dozen heavily armed ghost sailors and a staggering dryad all over uptown, and now he’s been ‘invited’ into the sheriff’s office, and if that’s right If that’s correct, they were lost and didn’t seem to know how to ‘turn off’ the psychic blaze they were carrying, so they caused a public panic.”

Gus: “Ah ……”

“But don’t worry, the sheriff’s department knows they’re not the enemy, as there are witnesses who saw them fighting the monsters in the city-state and covering the city guards, they won’t be in trouble.”

“Eh ……”

“Also, the Gatekeeper and Archbishop, Ms. Agatha, has gone to meet them, and with the Cathedral as a guarantee, your captain should be back soon.”

“Oh ……”

“In the future, try not to casually publicize your identity as a ‘member of the Lost Country Fleet’, mainly because …… this identity is very sensitive.”

“…… Okay.”

(End of chapter)