socalfunplaces Chapter 527 Blackwater
Chapter 527 Blackwater
Chapter 527 Blackwater
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This is Cathy's own heartbeat.
The boundless ocean joyfully lapped at the hull of the boat, splashing and gurgling like the accompaniment of a heartbeat.
As the initiator and commander of this long voyage, Casey was naturally the leader of this expedition.
Or rather, the captain.
A captain should have his own captain's cabin.
Or, to use pirate terminology—an octopus den.
Every night, Cathy needs to sleep in his own big bed.
However, this room and the large bed were not for his exclusive use.
And Harriet.
Although Cathy and Harriet had spent a long time together in Mr. Mosley's library.
But they never slept together.
At that moment, their shoulders were pressed tightly together.
If the temperature drops, you might even have to share a blanket.
That's why his heart would pound whenever he lay down with Harriet.
She didn't even dare to move, afraid of upsetting Harriet.
So much so that it took him a long time to fall asleep.
But—Kathy thought—I actually long to go further.
The arousal in certain parts of his body is the best proof of this.
Kathy understood that this was a normal reaction for a young, virile man, but she would always blush with shame.
Both Pegasus and Master Jord taught Kathy that loyalty was an important quality.
It's not just a shackle on women; it applies to men as well.
They say that the most intimate things should be saved for the wedding night.
But Benson offered Kathy a different perspective: live for the moment.
If you see a pretty girl, you have to go for her—from the front, from the back, from above, from below—you get the experience from all angles.
Cathy, of course, disagreed with this view; he would not betray Harriet.
But—Benson said he had slept with someone he could call his grandmother when he was eighteen, and decades later, he still remembered that ugly face and the sagging thing.
Of course, these people's experiences are definitely not worth referring to.
After all, neither of them had ever been married.
Should I listen to my own heart?
Cathy certainly wanted to take things further with Harriet, and to be honest, he often secretly stared at Harriet's chest.
I also really enjoyed the softness on my cheek when she pulled me into her arms.
However, when it comes to taking things a step further in practice, they always lack the courage.
Having been on this ship for quite some time, Cathy had made up her mind several times that she must take the initiative tonight.
But when the time came, they became timid.
Ah—why didn't Harriet bring it up? She's always been the one taking the initiative.
But does she, like me, hope to take things further?
At that moment, listening to the sound of the waves and her own heartbeat, Kathy made her final decision.
Tomorrow, tomorrow night, I must test the waters!
Then, he closed his eyelids.
When he woke up the next day, he only felt the ship rocking violently.
Cassie rubbed her sleepy eyes and saw Harriet already standing to the side, tidying up.
She frowned and looked at Cathy: "It seems like something's wrong."
Kathy nodded, then quickly tidied herself up and went to the deck.
Only then did they realize that all the sailors were working hard to maneuver the ship.
Some even took out extended wooden oars and rowed from the side.
Cathy didn't quite understand, so she went up and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Can't you tell, pretty boy? We're rowing a boat," the toothless pirate said irritably.
“But,” Cathy pointed to the billowing sails, “there’s definitely a breeze.”
"Also to maintain balance, can't you see the ship is very unstable?" the pirate said impatiently. "And also to make some minor adjustments; we need to be more flexible in adjusting the direction now."
"Why?" Casey asked.
"Just look at the sea and you'll see."
Just then, a voice came from behind Casey.
Kathy turned around; it was Valentine.
Cyril specially chose this ship for Cathy, and all the crew members were elites selected from different pirate ships so that he could better control it.
Valentine was Kathy's most capable assistant.
He can command ships and also act as a navigator.
I heard that he had never been a captain, so Casey would be relatively easier to manage him.
Upon hearing Valentine's reminder, Kathy poked her head out and gazed at the sea.
Valentine came to his side: "So, what did you figure out?"
"It's very dark," Kathy said.
The sea is blue, but black lies hidden in the deeper depths.
And once a storm breaks out, darkness will creep up towards the sea.
But the blackness before her eyes was the most intense black she had ever seen.
“I know you grew up on land, Young Commander,” Valentine said. “What god do you worship?”
“Lord,” Cathy replied.
"Hmph! That hypocritical god!" Valentine scoffed. "The Lord tries to steal the faith of others, but the truly devout will not be fooled, especially us children of the sea, whose loyalty to the sea god is unwavering until death."
"I know," Kathy nodded.
Did Henry also believe in the sea god? Probably.
"The reason why pirates are brave enough to jump onto other people's decks to fight is very simple: we firmly believe in the existence of underwater palaces. After the brave sea warriors die, they will be carried by the ocean currents to the palace of the sea god, where they will be granted eternal bliss by the sea god."
Of course, Kathy had heard this story before. Master Jord had taught him a lot of knowledge, after all, a true lord needs to know as much as possible.
Kathy nodded.
"Do you know exactly where the underwater palace is?"
The exact location? Kathy was confused about this question.
Humans cannot breathe underwater, so no one knows what's happening at the bottom of the sea.
Therefore, he could only shake his head.
"The underwater palace is shrouded in an absolutely black body of water, which is why it is impossible for the living to find it. Therefore, whenever the ocean turns black, it must be the spread of that black body of water."
Kathy finally understood what Valentine was trying to say: "You mean, the darkness in front of us is caused by that body of water."
“That’s right,” Valentine nodded, “but that’s the waters of the seabed, which proves something more intuitive: the seabed is turbulent, and although we don’t know what it is, the seabed right now is anything but peaceful.”
"But the ocean floor is very far away," Kathy said.
"Hmph! Far away? Ignorant land people! All the oceans are connected. A wave a thousand miles away is also part of the sea beneath your feet. Any ominous disturbance in the ocean will affect the entire sea area."
"Look, young commander, look closely. You should be able to see gaps in the black."
Kathy squinted and stared intently, and sure enough, she saw it: "A white curve?!"
"That's the direction the Blackwater is flowing," Valentine said, "pointing northwest, possibly to the Sea of Despair, the Sea of Weeping, or even the Sea of Darkness."
“But I’m going to the opposite place,” Kathy said.
Valentine's expression darkened: "But there is also one that flows towards our front—"