Chapter 311 – Pirate Island at Night

Chapter 311 – Pirate Island by Night

Since the eighth “No. 3 submersible” in the Frost Sea was salvaged and sent to the Dagger Island near the city state, the island has been set up by the city state authorities as a military restricted area, along with the two neighboring routes are no longer open to civilians.

This of course caused many people’s speculation, not only the frost locals in the speculation, those who were forced to stay away from the Dagger Island shipowners and the nearby pirates, explorers are also in the speculation, they are curious about what happened on the island, curious about the frost authorities in the hidden secrets, and many of these speculations are also said to have a style, from “research new weapons” to “hold a dangerous ceremony”. from “researching new weapons” to “performing dangerous rituals” – but none of them were reliable.

Not many people in the world still know about the Subterranean Program.

“It’s getting harder and harder for our people to gather information about Dagger Island,” Aiden said to Tirion with a serious expression on the path at the edge of the harbor, “The island’s blockade level has been adjusted recently, and they even monitor every inch of the coast, so diving in is no longer an option, and the spies and insiders that we’ve bribed and controlled are no longer able to get in. The undercover agents and insiders that we have bought and controlled have also been transferred out of their key positions recently – it’s not like they’ve been exposed, it’s just that Dagger Island’s supply delivery and personnel movement has been done entirely within a special list of authorities that we can’t get our hands on.”

“Has …… become completely off-limits to the military,” Tirion paused, “Did they find something from that ‘submarine three’? Or has the hatch been opened?”

“It’s hard to say,” Aiden shook his head, “but the last time we poked around the island we also saw an order from the Frost Authorities that specifically mentioned that the submarine’s hatch was not to be opened, and that any samples scraped from the submarine’s hull would have to be put into an incinerator at the end of the study – at least from the incinerator – at least from this order, it could be seen that the city-state consul was still cautious. But that was days ago, and who knows if anything will change now.”

“…… If we can’t get the conclusion of the investigation for a long time, and some dangerous and weird experimental accidents happen, the most sensible thing for the Frost Authorities to do would be to just throw the submersible into the furnace and not to continue with any more research, just like what we did back then,” Tirian frowned. “But the fact that they’ve blocked off Dagger Island …… until now means they must be trying to dig some secrets out of that submersible.”

“…… Theoretically, the Frost hierarchy should know about the submarine program back then, or at least the dangerous horrors in the deep sea.”

“Knowing is one thing, understanding is another – future generations can hear the stories of their forefathers from books and oral narratives, but unless they personally experience it again, it’s hard for them to imagine that kind of fear and powerlessness,” Tirian shook his head. “In the face of a transcendent loss of control, humanity’s greatest strength is its ability to ‘forget’, and so is its greatest weakness.”

Aiden looked at his captain and was silent for a dozen seconds before finally speaking, “Captain, are we going to take some more …… proactive action?”

“More proactive actions?”

“Contact the Frost authorities and warn them, or more simply …… the fleet raids Dagger Island and snatches that ‘Submarine Three’,” Aiden said bluntly. “With Dagger Island’s current garrison, it shouldn’t be able to carry a strong round of attack from the Sea Mist Fleet.”

Speaking of this he paused and added, “Otherwise letting those guys who know nothing knocking around a twisted replica floating up from the deep sea, I really don’t know when they’re going to make a big mess, it’s too unsettling.”

Tirion fell into a brief moment of thought.

After a moment, he shook his head, “Even if we manage to raid Dagger Island, can you be sure that we can find out where Submarine Three is before the Frost main force reacts? That island is not small …… Once we take too long to search, we’ll have to face several times the number of city-state navies. The Sea Mist is no longer invincible, let alone ……”

He paused, but the face of the Frost Queen appeared in his mind.

In the next second, Tirian stopped rambling just in time – it was a good thing another face exactly like the Frost Queen’s didn’t come to mind.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, “I still need to think about this.”

“You’ll need to make your decision sooner rather than later, then,” Aiden nodded, and just then a chime suddenly came from the orientation of the harbor plaza, and the first officer immediately looked up in the direction from which the sound had come, “Ah, it’s the middle of the night . …Captain, why don’t you go to the plaza and enjoy yourself? Adjusting your mood might also be beneficial to your next decision.”

“I’ll pass,” Tirian subconsciously shook his head, “It’s not like I’m interested.”

“It’s good to show up once in a while,” Aiden urged enthusiastically, “It’s not always possible to see the Badika dancers – they’re prettier and more spirited than the Black-tailed Rock Sparrow through a storm! ……”

“That’s what I mean about not being interested,” Tirian spread his hands helplessly, “And honestly, can the sailors really still fool around as much as they want when I, the captain, do show up at the party?”

“Yes, how could they not,” Aiden said casually, “It’s not like you don’t know the cheeks of those guys, they’re hard and thick and regenerative ……”

Tirion: “……”

But at the end of the day, Aiden finally failed to convince the stubborn captain, and instead went alone to the harbor square for this night’s party event.

The pirate island was still boiling and noisy after midnight.

The sleepless undead had unlimited energy, and there was little curfew on this island transformed and shrouded by transcendent power, so their joyous party could last all day, from sunrise to sunset, and again from sunset to sunrise.

The high platform on one side of the square had been transformed into a stage.

Temporarily installed wooden wall blocked the cold wind from the direction of the coast, the stage around the burning fire pit more or less against the cold of the winter night – the undead people have long been fearless of the cold and heat, but tonight’s visit to the pirate island of the “guests of mankind” still need to be carefully protected. The young girls from Cold Harbor danced between the fire and the cold wind.

Skirts fluttering, dancers twirling, bonfires bursting and jumping in the night, the sound of the waves in the distance, the dreaded undead drumming under the stage, the misty Pirate Island, but there is a rare world of noisy night.

Tirian stopped at a less visible corner off the square and looked up near the stage.

He wasn’t here for the party, but was preparing to return to his lodgings, just passing through the plaza.

The weekly gathering of seafarers was a “custom” that had existed in the Frost Navy at the beginning, and even after leaving the Frost, this custom had been retained in the Sea Mist Fleet.

Half a century of time, many things have changed, there are also many things have not changed.

Tirion looked at the old subordinates in the plaza in a rowdy manner, face gradually some smile, but suddenly, his smile and some convergence.

He looked at the stage not far away, looked at the dancers on the stage, and saw that they danced enthusiastically, prancing as if they were stunned, but their eyes were slightly sluggish and numb.

They should have drunk a potion mixed with a variety of herbs and a few transcendent catalysts in advance – something not exactly rare.

The power of the potion could protect them from the cold to a certain extent, but it also affected their cognition and thinking at the same time.

It prevented them from fear and allowed only the instinct to dance to remain in their minds for the time being.

Obviously, the owner of these dancers didn’t want the tools under his command to ruin the peaceful relationship between himself and the pirate leader of the Cold Sea out of fear.

Tirian smashed his tongue.

This is actually very common, the “big men of the Cold Sea” who dare to do business among pirates, and even send people to the pirate island have some similar tactics, after all, the church and the authorities will not get involved in their gray business, so of course, the ordinary people can only think of some “side ways” to Fighting against the shadows and horrors of the boundless sea, the life of pirates and “risky speculators” is never as romantic as the adventure stories written in the thriller.

In a way, the potion was also a protection for the dancers.

Tirion just felt a little disappointed – he thought that “Machete Martin” would have improved after so many years, but he did not realize that the other party is still using the same old tricks of ten years ago to run his “Cold Sea Entertainment Industry”. He thought “Machete Martin” would have grown a bit after all these years, but he didn’t realize that the other party was still using the same old tricks he used ten years ago to run his “cold weather sea entertainment industry”.

He shook his head, ready to turn around and leave.

But just as he was about to leave, a slight crackling sound of flames suddenly entered his ears.

This unusual and somewhat familiar sound of flames instantly caused Tirian’s heart to tighten, and he almost failed to steady his footsteps, and immediately afterward, he stared blankly in the direction from which the sound came.

Next to a frozen wall is jumping up the ghostly green fire, and along with the spread of light and shadow, the center of the ice surface is instantly black as night, a tall and majestic figure is stepping out from it.

“Good evening, Tirian,” the figure spoke, “I hope I haven’t disturbed your rest.”

Tirian stared dead at the figure emerging from the ice, holding his tongue before trying to maintain a normal expression in response to the other’s greeting, “Good …… evening, father. Why did you suddenly ……”

“There are some things to discuss with you, and by the way, I also came to see how you have been doing lately,” Duncan said casually, “What are you doing?”

As he spoke, he looked up, his gaze crossing over Tirian’s shoulder to the stage in the distance.

and the wondrous girls who were still dressed only in their thin dresses in the cold wind.

“……6.”

“It’s not what you think!”

(End of chapter)