I have a bunch of players on Earth - Chapter 676

676 Chapter 705: Henry’s Diary (in)

January 7th:

The worst had happened, and just as Sean had said, we were really stuck!

On the third day of the voyage, there was more and more ice in front of them, more and more dense, and many times they had to step aside carefully when encountering large ice floes, moving at the speed of a turtle, if it had been like this all along, it might not have been as efficient as taking a detour.

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But today, that kind of turtle has become a luxury. Because after one night, we don’t know when, but the surface of the sea where our ship is located has been frozen. From front to back, we can see a vast expanse of ice, and the ship is trapped in place.

I have asked the crew to try many ways to get out of the predicament, including cutting ice or blasting, but none of them have worked. It is obvious that man-made methods are no longer able to get the ship off the frozen ice.

Having never been on a long voyage before, I panicked. I asked Sean What to do next? He said that the only way to get out now was to wait for the weather to warm up and the ice to melt.

I asked: Will the ice definitely melt?

Sean’s answer was no, and he told me what might happen if it didn’t. If we were lucky, the ice would get thicker and thicker. If we could get the ship up, then the ship could start, but if I was unlucky and the boat got crushed under the ice, the boat would break and they would lose their chance of survival.

I had thought about sending a lifeboat back for help, but the victory wouldn’t wait for us. It had been ordered to keep going. Perhaps it had already bypassed the ice pack?

For the first time, I regretted my decision. If I had listened to Sean and kept going, I would still be bathing in the spring sunshine?

I was praying that the victory would not arrive so soon. Polly’s loyalty was undeniable, but if he thought I was dead.., he would not only get my glory and wealth, but also my beautiful Yatiana!

God, I can’t imagine what I would do to my remarried wife and Polly, who promised to take care of my wife and daughter…

January 30:

We’ve been stuck in this hellhole for 23 days. According to Sean, the ice will melt in May or June, which means we’ll have to stay in this hellhole for another three months!

Supplies aren’t a problem. After all, I’ve brought two years’worth of canned food. I wouldn’t starve to death even if I was stuck here for a year, and there’s a fresh water supply on board.

I was wondering if chief mate Polly would come to my rescue if he found resources in the eastern continent?

February 6:

The ship began to have problems. Most of the food had started to rot. There was a strange musty smell on the ship at any time. The chef said that the best way to deal with the Rot was to put more salt. Those crew members would not be able to eat it!

I did not know how to say this, but I really could not publicize this matter at this time. Otherwise, I might not be able to control these crew members, after all, a small amount of food with no signs of decay is enjoyed by the higher-ups like us. If this situation is discovered, there might be a riot!

February 8:

The condition of the sailors on the ship was getting worse. Their faces were pale, swollen, and their teeth were slowly turning black. They were emitting an inexplicable stench whenever they spoke.

The most important thing was their eyes. For some reason, the eyes of the sailors were gradually turning green. They were wandering on the deck at night like zombies. The situation was very unsettling.

February 11th: the situation of the sailors was becoming more and more obvious. In just a few days, the originally fat and strong sailors had become bony. The skeletons on their faces could be seen with the naked eye, it gave the feeling that there was no flesh under the skin. They were like skeletons in human skin!

The changes in the sailors made me very uneasy. Logically speaking, although we had secretly asked the chefs to feed the sailors rotten food, the quantity had never been less. How could they all be so thin?

Even the slums, who ate only a piece of black bread a day, should not have become like this, right?

The strange thing was that the crew did not seem to be aware of the change in themselves. From the beginning to the end, not a single crew member raised any objections. They were so honest that it was a little scary… …

February 13th:

We called a meeting of the ship’s upper management to discuss the condition of the crew. The second and third officers thought that it was not a big problem. Although the crew looked scary, they were calm and worked hard, there was nothing unusual.

But the chief engineer, Sean, and I felt that something was not right. Although the crew did not do anything, they sometimes looked at people not as people but as food, and this appearance was definitely not just food spoilage. Sean thought that there might be magic images here!

February 15th:

The third mate was missing!

It was as if he had disappeared without a trace. We searched the whole cabin but couldn’t find him. Some crew members said they saw the third mate walk off the ship alone last night, but I couldn’t believe the crew’s testimony.

I thought something terrible must have happened to the third mate, and it was most likely the crew!

I found Sean and told him about the terrible speculation in my mind, hoping that he could give me some ideas.

Like me, Sean also suspected that something was wrong with these sailors. According to him, these sailors were all excellent retired Sears Navy, and their reputation and professional ethics were top-notch, he had worked with them more than once, and in theory, there shouldn’t be any problems.

However, the recent changes in their bodies were strange. It was likely that there was some unknown magic in this place that had caused them to undergo some terrible changes.

However, there was no evidence. If he were to rashly dispose of them, he would have to get rid of all the crew members. However, with such a large ship, if there were no other crew members, it would be difficult to guarantee that they could continue sailing after the ice plains melted. At the very least, the people from the engine department would have to stay behind. They would have to rely on them to maintain the engine for the next few months… …

After a few discussions, Sean suggested that they first settle the matter. After that, the two of them could sleep in the same room. He would personally protect their own safety!

Sean was a high-level Silver Knight. In terms of strength, he could take care of all the crew members by himself. With his protection, I felt much more at ease.

At the same time, I felt a little guilty towards Sean. If I had listened to his words back then, I might not have been in such a passive situation!

February 18th:

I heard a terrible thing today. I had wanted to get up early in the morning to check on the engine, but I suddenly heard the people in the engine room whispering about something.

I didn’t trust the crew these days, so I decided to take this opportunity to listen to a group of people and see what they were up to.

But what happened next was too scary. They said that I had been acting crazy lately, talking to myself all the time, and talking about Shawn all the time, but the crew was talking about who Shawn was?

Some of the crew members suspected that I had seen a ghost, and some of the crew members said that I was hallucinating because I was too nervous?

These words made me feel completely confused. I quickly went back to my room to record everything, but the crew didn’t know who Shawn was?

Are you kidding me? As a crew member of the triumph, they didn’t know who their captain was. This was someone I had paid a lot of money to hire… …

Huh?

That’s not right… … When did I hire Sean? Where did Sean come from? Why Can’t I remember?

Damn it! !

What the hell is going on?

No, no, no!

I suddenly had a suspicion. Why would I hire an outsider to be the captain? Isn’t Polly just an experienced sailor? Why would I let him be the second officer?

Is it true that… there is no such person as Sean?

Then who is the guy I’ve been talking to for the past few days?

Someone’s at the door. Damn it, it’s Sean. What should I do? Who Am I supposed to trust?