Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 307 The Imprisoned Mermaid (26)

On the third day of water shortage, when Reg went downstairs to inspect the deck and cabin, he found that the crew members were lying listlessly on the bed, with sallow faces and dry and flaky lips, and they looked in very bad condition.

The thirst for water made it impossible for them to fall asleep at night, and they were almost hallucinating due to the thirst.

Even Mark looked listless when he saw Reg.

"grown ups......"

Mark couldn't even drool, and his eyelids drooped as he slept in the hammock.

After all, they are our crew members.

Reg's face was solemn. Even though he himself was thirsty, he still stood on the deck and began to observe the sea level with a telescope.

But on the endless sea surface, there is not even a protruding dot, let alone an island.

Reg returned to the bedroom with a frown. Molly looked at him, her deep blue eyes like a silent temptation.

Reg glanced at her for just a moment before looking away.

Can't talk too much.

Reg walked to the long table, took out a whistle from the drawer, then walked onto the deck and blew it.

This is the whistle that summons Odin.

But the sound of the whistle seemed to be swallowed up by the endless sea, and there was no response for a long time.

Looking up at the sky, the bright sunshine became their death warrant.

The deck was baking in the scorching heat, and despite the sea breeze, the lack of water still made people restless and anxious.

The situation couldn't be worse.

Now, apart from hoping for a rain from heaven, the only way out lies in Molly.

Reg turned to look at Molly, only to see her leaning leisurely against the water tank, holding the magic story book in her hand and reading it with relish.

The sunlight shone on her fair jade-like face, making her as holy and beautiful as an angel in an oil painting.

Her lips were full, red, and glossy.

Luckily she's a mermaid.

Molly noticed Reg's gaze, turned her head, and curled the corners of her lips at Reg: "Have you thought about it?"

Reg didn't say anything.

Molly said, "You and your crew won't last much longer."

Reg's current condition is not much better.

He thought to himself that he must be in terrible condition now, with his beard and hair disheveled, and even worse, his mouth was so dry that it was almost on fire.

Reg had to make many decisions about Molly's choice.

Faced with greater wealth, Reg chose Molly.

When it comes to being loved, Reg chooses Molly.

But what about life?

How about Molly compared to life?

Reg was unwilling to give up Molly, even now, he still didn't want to let go of Molly.

Molly saw a strange gloom in Reg's eyes, and the impulse of a dying man to fight hard.

Molly watched Reg walk up to her step by step and stroke her delicate face with his rough fingers.

Since he couldn't survive, why not take Molly with him?

Molly didn't know that Reg's obsession with her had reached a pathological level.

But Reg didn't move.

Didn't speak either.

Reg just looked at Molly.

...

Reg never gave up looking for water.

Throughout the afternoon, Reg kept observing the surroundings from time to time, but found nothing.

In the evening, the setting sun was like fire, and the clouds in the sky showed a magnificent color. The warm orange light penetrated the thick cabin glass and shone on everyone's faces.

There is a feeling of doomsday tragedy, as if God lets them see one last beautiful sunset before they die.

No one spoke, and the cabin was filled with a dying atmosphere.

The night was silent, with only the sound of waves hitting the hull.

Molly looked at Reg who was resting with his eyes closed on the bed. In the past, there would always be snoring sounds coming from downstairs at night, but tonight there was silence, as if they had passed away in this quiet night.

Watching life slipping away before her eyes, it would be a lie for Molly to say she didn't feel anything.

But Reg was determined not to let her go. Even if she had a kind heart, she couldn't step on the edge of a knife to save others.

What's more, in the current situation, it would be best for Molly if they died.

Molly didn't sleep all night, and kept checking to see if Reg was dead.

In fact, Reg didn't fall asleep either, because he was always half asleep and half awake due to thirst.

Sometimes he dreamed of drinking water in big gulps, sometimes he dreamed of shooting Molly in the heart, and sometimes he dreamed of getting married to Molly in the castle, but the sea god shot them both in the abdomen with a trident.

Reg was haunted by bizarre dreams all night, and even in his dreams he heard Odin's high-pitched and penetrating cry.

One sound after another——

wrong!

Reg opened his eyes quickly.

In the darkness, he did hear the very bright sound of birds singing.

Reg got up from the bed, walked out of the bedroom, and saw Odin coming with wings spread in the moonlight.

"Where have you been?" Reg's voice was low and hoarse, mixed with anger.

Odin flapped his wings and nuzzled Reg's hand with his beak.

At this time, a glimmer of light had appeared on the sea surface. From a distance, there seemed to be a small black dot in the middle of the light source.

Reg took out the telescope and saw that there was indeed a small dot.

Reg wasn't sure if it was an island or what, but this was their last chance.

Reg walked into the control room and began to turn the rudder, heading towards the small dot.

Molly had heard the noises Reg made from the beginning. She stuck her head out and saw the rising dawn through the open bedroom door.

That tiny black dot was getting bigger little by little.

That's not an island.

It's clearly a big ship!

Bigger than Reg's boat!

...

As the daylight grew brighter, everyone discovered the fleet coming towards them.

Yes, it was a fleet.

Unlike the Dutch fleet we encountered some time ago, this fleet was obviously a well-trained army.

The main ship in the middle is very large, with several secondary ships on both sides, maintaining a certain distance from the large ship in the middle, forming an array.

At first glance it looks like a moving castle.

Reg raised his telescope and saw the flags of Castile flying in the wind on the masts of their respective ships.

Reg woke everyone up.

When everyone came to the deck, the originally depressed atmosphere suddenly became lively.

"Great! It's our fleet! We're saved!"

"God bless us! We won't die! We have water to drink!"

With tears in their eyes, everyone waved towards them with hope.

A light mist rose where the sea and the sky met, and the outline of the fleet was looming in the mist, slowly approaching them with the holy light of sunrise.

Seagulls circled above the fleet, chirping clearly, as if escorting this invincible fleet.

Reg shouted, "Unfurl the sails! Hoist the flags!"

With hope, everyone seemed to have endless energy and prepared for their work in an orderly manner.

As the trumpet sounded, the red and golden castle flag representing Castile slowly rose on the mast and unfolded in the wind.