Chapter 777 - 137: Fire!
Shang Siteng nodded.
The original hull of the "Gray Sparrow" was full of holes, but fortunately, the bottom of the ship was intact, so it wouldn’t sink immediately.
Under Shang Siteng’s "repair," a dozen super-large gaps were gradually fixed, leaving only palm-sized holes that could be barely patched with canvas, ropes, and nails.
The "Gray Sparrow" was temporarily saved.
The exhausted crew sat wearily in the corridors inside the cabin, gasping for breath.
Shang Siteng’s face was deathly pale, her body ice-cold, and her condition very poor.
In order to restore the "Gray Sparrow" as much as possible, she ended up using her talent ability beyond the expected limit.
Now, Shang Siteng’s Hunger Value and Spiritual Value had both dropped below 10 points, and her Health Value was just over 20 points, dangerously low.
"Everyone’s in a poor state, we must find a solution!"
"I’m a chef, but I’ve already checked the storeroom on the ’Gray Sparrow,’ there’s not a bit of food in there," Xia Youwei said, shaking her head.
A ship as broken as this couldn’t possibly have a reserve of food, even if it did, it would certainly be rotten beyond belief.
"I’m a doctor, but I don’t have any medicine to save us," Li Lingzhen said anxiously.
Materials, still lacking materials.
Even the most skilled cannot cook without rice; however strong their talent, without materials they cannot perform.
"Ah Zhan, what should we do now?" At this moment, the contracted spirit girls turned their eyes to Han Zhan.
Everyone’s condition was poor, and although the "Gray Sparrow" wouldn’t sink for now, it wasn’t fully repaired. Attempting an adventure at sea in this state posed enormous risks... Han Zhan frowned at the thought.
It had been a long time since he found himself in such a situation.
Whether on Blue Star, in other Fruit Worlds, or during the last two ventures in the Land of the End.
The difficulty of the Water Planet lay in the fact that it had established an infuriating racial disdain hierarchy from the start, even during the Newbie Stage.
Alien species looked down on the human race, leading to a series of unexpected events.
Although Han Zhan’s team managed to board the ship and resolve most troubles, they were also worn out.
Han Zhan knew that every additional minute of thinking meant another minute of danger for Shang Siteng’s life.
Once the value drops below 20, even while sitting, the Hunger Value, Spiritual Value, and Health Value keep declining.
Resources, resources, resources!
What to do?!
At this moment, a big wave struck, causing the "Gray Sparrow" to shake, and several previously patched gaps were burst open by seawater, with water gushing back in.
Gongyang Jin dragged his weary body up, preparing to patch those holes again.
Suddenly, during the turbulence, a few black, round objects rolled out from a room at the end.
That seemed to be the ammunition cache!
...
Ilamut Port.
Fishman Traitor Frankie sat leisurely on the wooden railing, watching the "Gray Sparrow" swaying in the wind and waves as Han Zhan’s crew sailed away.
"Strange, why hasn’t it broken apart yet? Did I misjudge its degree of damage?"
With the damage level of the "Gray Sparrow," just four or five waves should break apart the entire hull, and everyone on board would be swallowed by the sea.
But as he sat there, counting on his fingers, he had already reached the twelfth wave.
Yet instead of breaking apart, the "Gray Sparrow" seemed even sturdier.
What’s going on?
"Frankie, you can’t even handle a few newbie human adventurers. Looks like I have to step in," a voice sounded from behind, as Nightwalker sailor Fox, who had previously threatened Han Zhan and his crew, strode forward.
Also a Fishman, Fox was much taller than Frankie, his scales shinier, with a faint silvery glow.
That’s the difference between Level 70 and Level 40.
"Fox, you?" Frankie looked at him suspiciously, "You’re just a sailor on the Nightwalker; can you act on your captain’s behalf?"
"That’s why you’re only a traitor, and I can be a sailor on the Nightwalker," Fox replied casually, glancing at him.
The Nightwalker isn’t some obscure little Kalami. Judging from its Level 70 sailors, the Nightwalker has some strength.
The Nightwalker indeed had quite a reputation in these waters, and no one wanted to provoke it too much.
Fox continued, "I’m responsible for procuring supplies at Ilamut Port this time, and on the way back, I can easily claim that those humans seized the supplies with their warship."
"This way, we’ll have the money for supplies and can frame them, leading the Nightwalker to blast their ship."
"Isn’t this killing two birds with one stone?"
After hearing Fox’s plan, Frankie clicked his tongue twice, leaning back tactically.
On his dull, dead fish face, his eyes shifted slightly. "Will this really work?"
"Who cares if it works or not, such an inferior species as humans should be completely erased from the Star Domain!" Fox roared, his Fishman mouth revealing a row of sharp teeth.
Suddenly, his roar stopped abruptly.
"What’s that?" Nightwalker sailor Fox looked up at the distant sky.
There was a small black dot, growing larger and larger in his eyes.
"Damn, it’s a shell! Run!" Fishman Traitor Frankie shouted in fear and turned to flee.
But the next second, the shell landed beside him.
Boom!
A loud explosion echoed as a small breach appeared on the dock of Ilamut Port.
Hit by shrapnel, Frankie clutched his bleeding abdomen, looking incredulously at the sea.
He saw the "Gray Sparrow," initially swept away by waves, turn its bow and steer back toward Ilamut Port!
Suddenly, Frankie realized something.
Was that shell just now fired from the "Gray Sparrow"?
What are they plotting?
Could it be, they’re planning to raid Ilamut Port?!
As he thought of this, Frankie’s face turned grim. "Damn it, Fox, you jinx...you..."
He turned his head to curse further.
Only to see Fox had entirely lost his life, with a black, cursed seal aura emanating from him.
Frankie opened his Fishman mouth in shock.
Looking at himself instinctively, he realized that he too was enveloped in a black mist of curse and seal.
Was that an artillery shell with special properties?!
In his dying moments, he seemed to hear Han Zhan’s voice roaring like thunder across the sea.
"Fire!"