Raj and Maku had just rescued Kuma who had fallen into the water and returned to the ship and quickly stopped Yusuf who was trying to jump into the sea.

"There are big holes under the water," Kumar said in sign language, "The sea won't eat Isabel."

"The big hole in the sea?"

The two orangutans nodded at the same time. This time, Maku gestured and explained: "It's very big, very wide. It looks like Mwana's home."

"Big cave..." Yusufu was confused, but it seemed that something was going to emerge from the mystery that troubled him, and he was enlightened. "Have you been here?"

The two orangutans shook their heads at the same time.

Seeing Yusuf's unclear appearance, their big mouths opened and their big white teeth seemed to be smiling.

"My father has been here." Kuma made sign language twice, emphasizing specifically.

"There is magical water inside." Maku added, then took a pose of drinking water, "Father has drunk it."

Yusuf recalled the surprisingly long-lived Chief Mwana, as if a lightning flashed through his heart.

The Chinese shipwreck, the half chart, the secret discovered by the eunuch of the Three Treasures, the emperor's treasure, the extremely smart orangutan group, the magical species on the island of Socotra, appeared in the mountain-shaped vortex near the Horn of Africa—

Various clues in memory are intertwined, and a transparent bond that seems to be connecting them bit by bit.

He now urgently needs a quiet desk so that he can sit down and study the mysterious pieced map carefully.

After everything has subsided and the resettlement of prisoners and wounded personnel has been handled, dawn has emerged in the sky.

With the gradually brightening skylight, Yousoft looked at the navigation chart in his hand again.

He once again noticed the unique annotations, which were different from the constant line and number symbols known to European navigators, and some of them seemed to be in common with the star maps commonly used by Arab navigators.

This inspired Yousuf, who tried to re-understand these pictures with inertial thinking aside.

The Chinese people have a unique concept of drawing sea charts. They are accustomed to using the real scenes they see in front of them as references and to indicate their locations by describing characteristic island shore markers.

This concrete expression is completely opposite to the Portland-type navigation charts widely used by navigators in the current era.

However, during his trans-ocean voyage, the eunuch Sanbao must have contacted a large number of Arab sailors and traders active in the Indian Ocean. They will inevitably communicate with them, and it is reasonable to use similar sailing techniques.

The moment the light of inspiration appeared, he felt that the mystery that was blocked in his heart finally opened up a gap.

Yousuf rushed into the captain's room, swept away the debris piled on the large table, and spread the navigation chart intact.

With the help of the sacrificial sutra, goniometer and navigator at hand, he slowly found a secret waterway hidden under the strange markings - those dense and complex graphic marks were neither guide roses nor islands on the sea, but star positions recorded by the Chinese. In the vast sea, they rely on the stars in the night sky to guide themselves.

According to calculations, the hidden destination is the island not far away, Socotra.

Yusuf vaguely remembers that Isabel said that its earliest name came from Sanskrit, meaning "the land of bliss". But on a desolate and hot island, how can there be called bliss?

He looked into the distance and the outline of Socotra gradually became clear in the morning light.

The dry wind blew up the yellow sand and carried them up the mountain and fell on the moving pirate team.

Walton sneezed loudly, and the whole valley was filled with his sneezing sound.

The companion beside him glared at him with a blaming look: "Wait, wait a few times, you'll be attracted!"

"There's a big deal!" Walton's mouth became even more crooked, "Didn't it mean to withdraw from the ship? Now run into the mountains again."

The stuttering sailor interrupted him angrily: "The boats ran away, they ran away!"

"Shut up quickly. The deputy leader heard that you didn't have any good results." Another warned them, "If anyone thinks he has too much tongue, just shout louder!"

"Don't you say that boy is trying to fool us?" Walton restrained his mouth a little and lowered his voice, "Why do you still have to go into the mountains to find a tree that will bleed?"

"It's better you ask less."

They turned their eyes to the gecko Munch on the ridge. He walked first, as if he was convinced of the direction he was moving forward.

The rest followed him up the ridge and exclaimed one after another.

A gray-yellow mountain rock opposite is full of huge strange trees. Their densely grown canopies are crowded and clustered, growing into shapes that look like umbrellas.

"That's a hell..."

The pirates exclaimed vulgarly, as if they had come to a different world abandoned by God.

The fatigue of climbing and wading through the water was wiped out, and they rushed down the valley excitedly and marched towards the hills where strange plants grew.

In the eyes of most people, this is an opportunity to make a fortune. If you get a few plants back, there will always be financial backers willing to spend a lot of money to buy these rare things.

"Subordinate, is this the tree we are looking for?" Walton was skeptical. He pinched off a piece of gray-brown old tree bark, "It didn't have any head, arms and legs, it didn't look like it would become a sperm-"

Before he could finish his words, several anxious pirates had already pulled out their axes and machetes and chopped them up in a row, cutting down a big tree next to them.

"Idiot! Who would buy a pile of dead wood?!" Someone shouted, "Let's dig a few trees in one go, come and help!"

It seemed that they felt that the other party was right, so a group of people left the tree that had just been cut down and surrounded them, "Hi Yo Hi Yo" began to loosen the soil.

"Blood, blood!" Samba suddenly stopped the work in his hand, pointed to the big tree lying on the ground and shouted, "Tree, tree! Tree is bleeding--"

Everyone turned their heads in surprise and looked in the direction of his fingers.

The tree is really bleeding.

The bright red liquid seeped out from under the bark, and in the blink of an eye, it was filled with the cross section of the knife and the axe chop.

"Deputy boss!" The crooked-mouthed Walton Pirate could not hide the ecstasy inside and looked at Gecko Munch, "That boy is not talking nonsense! Are we going to find the treasure of the Chinese emperor?"

"Maybe." Gecko Munch replied casually, "but it's not 'we'."

Before Walton's mind could turn, he was hit on the back of his head by a wooden stick. He wanted to look back and see clearly, but he fell down staggeringly, revealing the dark-skinned sailor carrying the wooden stick behind him.

Gecko Munch confirmed his eyes with the attacker, and raised his foot to step over the crooked mouth Walton who was dizzy on the ground.

The noises around him stopped, and the knocked pirates lay in a row.

Three or five sailors holding blunt objects stood among them, skillfully tied them together with hemp ropes.

Gecko Munch patrols and seems to be very satisfied with the status quo: "Have you found a clue?"

"A similar mark was found on a tree in the northeast." The dark-skinned sailor who followed him handed over something, "it should be left by the Chinese."

Gecko Monk took it and spread it in his hand. It was a nautical chart that had been around for the past.

It is made up of two different pieces of cloth, each marked with two different characters. There is a small annotation of the star position on the island of Socotra, because the ink traces are already a little mottled in age.

“Excellent.”

He folded the navigation charts and put them back in his arms. The sailors around him were waiting for him to give orders.

"Let's go, gentlemen. We finally found the wrong place this time."
Chapter completed!