Darkstone Code-Chapter 881 - 879: Lynch’s Adventure 2 Officially Announces the Female Lead
Since the steering wheel in the cabin was suspected to have been tampered with, no one is allowed to enter casually to avoid similar incidents.
Meanwhile, some sailors have new tasks; they need to go to the highest deck to observe the surrounding sea to see if anyone is attacking them.
As long as the cruise ship keeps moving at full speed and doesn’t stop, and the people on the ship don’t actively give pirates a way to get on board, such a large cruise ship may not necessarily fear pirates.
Just yesterday, a sailor spotted a ship approaching in the distance, but it quickly retreated.
This observation was reported to the captain by others who saw it, and the captain considered it might just be a passing cargo ship or fishing boat.
After all, this area is already close to the Mariluo waters, where smuggling is rampant. Encountering one or several small ships at sea doesn’t necessarily mean pirates, as long as they don’t come close, there’s no need to bother with them.
At the same time, this also sent a very particular signal to the captain; they are very close to Mariluo, with even smuggling ships appearing; in no more than three days, they should reach the Mariluo waters.
Once they reach that place, there are some additional recognizable scattered islands, making it not difficult to find the correct route.
But the sailor knows, those are definitely their people.
After he tampered with the steering wheel overnight, within a dozen hours, they headed at full speed towards the open sea; even if the course was adjusted later, their distorted route wasn’t minor.
Sometimes smuggling ships do take open sea routes, but the so-called open sea is actually not far from the continental shelf.
The deep-sea water and weather conditions are too complex, and small smuggling ships can’t withstand the big winds and waves. One wave cap can sink a smuggling ship, so those are definitely not smuggling ships.
At this time, if they are not smuggling ships, they can only be their people.
This morning, after observing for a while, he saw the same ship twice more, and he knew his comrades had arrived.
He needs to create some incidents to draw people’s attention, making it easier for those people to board the ship.
They’ve already done so much for this purpose; if they don’t let those people board now, and the company people find them out when they actually reach Mariluo, everyone will die.
Every single one of their relatives and friends will also die!
To save more people, sacrificing one or two of their own is worthwhile.
Without hesitation, he betrayed the female telegraph operator; she was too obvious a target. When he shared his "discovery" with the first mate, the first mate immediately sought out the female telegraph operator.
She didn’t even know she was betrayed; she thought they simply discovered her tracks.
After completing all this, he watched the steel wire as thick as an arm hang beside the ship trembling gently with the wind and waves, watched the lifeboat drop and quickly disappear into the distant dark sea, he knew the task was accomplished.
In the cockpit, the female telegraph operator was already on the brink of collapse.
To deal with enemies, especially those planning to kill you, there’s no need to preserve their dignity and decorum—
The first thing those pirates disguised as other warlords do upon boarding is to take over the ship, they must eliminate the ship’s original management.
The captain, first mate, boatswain, and the like, they’ll all be eliminated, not a single one will remain.
Since the two sides are mortal enemies, why hold back?
The female telegraph operator’s clothes had long been torn to shreds, her naked form bound to the chair, but the scene here bore no semblance of eroticism, nor was it likely to evoke fantasies.
Her body was covered in wounds; the captain and the first mate were ruthless men, especially the captain.
To manage this cruise ship signifies his high standing within the warlord group, deeply trusted by the warlord, having worked for the warlord personally when he was young.
Until now in his old age, out of recognition for his lifetime service, the warlord granted him a dignified and leisurely job.
This job merely concealed his brutality, and now these people unleashed this beast.
He sliced open the girl’s skin and muscle with a knife, then used a red-hot dining knife to burn into the wound to stop bleeding.
The red-hot dining knife would create blisters on the skin near the wound, which he aggressively tore open.
Such wounds covered the female telegraph operator, with certain areas receiving particular attention.
The captain leisurely had someone bring a fishing hook.
Hooks for catching sea fish are thick and solid, especially the two barbs that just a glance at them makes one’s scalp tingle.
He embedded the hook inside a piece of beef chunk larger than a thumb, squeezing tightly to ensure the hook remained hidden.
The first mate expressionlessly tugged the female telegraph operator’s hair forcefully, making her face skyward, mouth agape.
Terrified, she tried to struggle, her scalp bleeding from the effort, yet she was still no match for the first mate.
"My patience has run out...", the captain took mayonnaise from a crew member, carefully spreading it over the beef chunk to ensure sufficient lubrication.
"This is your last chance. You know what happens when this thing enters your stomach; this is also my final courtesy in warning."
"Miss this chance, and there will be no opportunity..."
The first mate forcefully opened her mouth, as the captain with a somewhat grim expression stuffed the beef chunk in.
The female telegraph operator wanted to throw up, but the captain didn’t give her a chance.
He directly stuffed his finger into her mouth, pressing the beef chunk down her throat with his finger, "If you don’t want to choke to death right now, you’d better swallow it."
The female telegraph operator had no choice but to obey the captain’s order and swallowed the beef.
"Beef takes three to six hours to fully digest. We have professional doctors on board who can resolve any issue you have."
"But if you don’t cooperate...," the captain displayed the fishing line in his hand, "I’ll throw you overboard."
"Now, tell me, who sent you, besides you and that lousy gambler, who else is in on this, and where are they..."
She’s really going to die!
The female telegraph operator thought this. She had never found death to be something terrifying, especially when she was far from it.
She would always jokingly tell others, "It’s just death, what’s there to be afraid of," but now, facing it for real, she was petrified.
She really didn’t want to die. She knew if she was thrown overboard, the hook in her stomach would instantly be yanked tight by the fishing line.
She’s not a fish; she’s much more fragile than the fish in the sea. The hook would pull out her insides, and she’d be doomed!
The tears streaming from her red and swollen eyes showed her desperate will to live, and her trembling lips gave out a well-known name.
The captain turned and kicked the table hard. He knew this matter was inevitably linked to the internal struggles of warlords within Mariluo Kingdom.
After mentioning a name, the female telegraph operator felt unburdened and quickly confessed about the others on the ship.
A sailor who had been secretly observing the cockpit suddenly noticed the first mate leading several sailors out quickly, with clear intent, and realized that the female telegraph operator had confessed.
But fortunately, she held on for a while, giving him the most crucial moment.
He stepped back, hiding in the darkness, and not long after, the third deck on the other side, where the lifeboat had been lowered, burst into flames!
The fire was so bright in the dark it looked like it could illuminate the sky!
In the distant darkness, a man with scars on his face and wearing a beret grinned viciously. He picked up the walkie-talkie, and soon over ten speedboats sped towards the fast-moving cruise ship.
In the dark, his silver-gray pupils reflected wealth and the future.
"What... happened?" The noisy sounds on the ship and the rapidly silenced fire alarm jerked Penny awake.
She was no longer as scared as she was in the morning. After a whole day of enjoyment, she was utterly relaxed both physically and mentally.
Lynch’s expression, however, grew tense. Even a fool would know what was happening with the fire at this time.
Those pirates were coming aboard.
He looked around, then suddenly looked up and saw the ventilation duct.
Large ships like cruise ships only had exterior cabins that could interact with nature, where you could sightsee.
The rooms toward the interior were practically indoors, without windows, unable to offer a view, and airflow was a problem, so vent ducts were necessary.
Vent ducts were present not just in interior rooms but also in exterior rooms; there was no reason the cheap rooms would have them, but the high-end ones wouldn’t.
Lynch took out the dining knife he had intentionally kept and unscrewed the vent duct cover, testing the strength around the area with his hands. It seemed suitable.
He leaped up, peering into the ventilation duct.
He couldn’t fit, but Penny could.
"There’s a fire onboard. I think pirates have boarded."
"If the pirates really get on, I can’t protect you; you have to hide."
He glanced at Penny, who was putting on her coat, and stopped her, "Don’t wear a coat; just your undergarments will do."
Penny seemed puzzled, but Lynch approached with some leftover olive oil from earlier, applying it over Penny’s body.
"The duct is a bit narrow. If you wear too much going in, it’ll be hard to come out. This olive oil will make it easier for you to get in and come out too."
Once he finished all this, he moved the table over, set the chair on top, and held onto Penny, letting her legs enter first; this way, she could see the vent opening here, and wouldn’t feel terrified or despairing in an enclosed space.
She handled it much better than Lynch expected, saying nothing nor refusing; she just quietly followed his instructions.
After she had gotten entirely inside, Lynch gave her some water, the remaining olive oil, and of course, some bread.
"If all goes well, you should only be in there for two days at most..."
"Of course, it might just be a false alarm, and you’ll be able to come out soon."
Lynch looked at her, giving her a final kiss, "Everything will be fine." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"I’ll turn our experiences into a book, and you’ll be famous, Penny!"
