At night, one of the coastal towns in the southeast of the Norwegian Kingdom.

As a highly developed capitalist country, it is also one of the richest countries in the world today and one of the NATO member states.

The total population of more than 5 million has an extremely high national happiness index.

However, the main population distribution is still concentrated in metropolis. If the population of coastal towns remains above 100,000, it belongs to the large towns of the Norwegian Kingdom.

The buildings in the town tend toward the Danish fairy tale style.

Just like the background description of a fairy tale town...

If it is at night, looking from a distance gives people a sense of dreaminess.

The man running at night enjoys the sea breeze at night, listens to the natural sound of waves, and doesn't even need to wear sports headphones. No music can compare to the sound of nature.

The cool breeze at night will dry the sweat on your body. Often, it will dry when it feels a little sweaty just after it is full.

There were many people walking out at night. The man ran to the road near the coast, stopped for a while, and took out the sports water bag he carried with him.

This water bag is especially popular with Nordic people. It can be folded and placed in a pocket or sports waist bag.

And the capacity is very large, equivalent to three-quarters of the capacity of a two-yuan mineral water bottle.

After drinking some water, the sea breeze was blowing, the sky was without clouds at night, you could see the bright stars and the moon was full.

The reflection on the sea is like copying the sky and pasting it on it.

If a boat passes in the distance, you can see blue phosphorescence in the current rolling through the hull.

The sea at night is not much less beautiful than the daytime...

There was also the ghost ship with a terrifying atmosphere sailing over, which looked more elegant than the dilapidated ghost ships in the amusement park.

"Puff..." The man sprayed out all the water he drank into his mouth.

A huge three-masted sailboat appeared in his sight.

The old and tattered ones were like floating up suddenly from the sea water, and the surface of the hull was covered with barnacles.

Some of the shabby sails had several large holes, and some marine algae were hung on the masts supporting the sails.

What made him feel most terrifying was the image of this ship, just like the devil's sailing ship in hell.

A heavy fog surrounds the ship, and there are also black muzzles on the side of the hull.

The black barrel inside extends outward.

The man swallowed, his heart was about to jump out, and he kept warning himself that it was an hallucination, an hallucination.

But the three rows of muzzles shocked him too much.

Those turrets were divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower. If the cannons on the ship fired their cannons, they would be enough to lift the soil at this location.

The flying Dutchman kept approaching the coast, and the terrifying ghost ship with a sudden appearance of bad fog shocked everyone who came out to exercise at night.

Moreover, it was supposed to have reached a grounded position on the shore, but the ship still slowly moved closer to this side.

Then several people on the shore discovered that as the ghost ship approached, even the sea area on the coastline began to rise.

The flying Dutch continued to move forward along this rising trend.

The man who ran at night felt that his feet were wet. Unexpectedly, the rising tide in this area of ​​sea has spread to the highway. Is this equivalent to the rise of sea level?

If sea levels rise so quickly, it would not flood many parts of the world.

"There is something in the water...wait...help!"

Soon the rising tide of the water flowed over his ankle.

Underwater it was like a pair of hands clamping his ankles firmly, and then dragging them directly into the sea water. The high tide water flooded the road near the town near the coast.

The flying Dutchman gained a lot this time.

David Jones strolled on the deck, trembling in fear by the mysterious forces in the sea.

In their eyes, David Jones is a marine monster, and it is also quite in line with the captain of the ghost ship in people's illusion.

A total of eleven people were caught, including three elderly people and five adults in their thirties and forties.

And three young people under twenty.

David Jones asked them with his eyes wide open, with a strong smell of sea odor on his body, and he shouted, "Do you know where this is?"

Eleven ropes used to tie canvas on the mast were tied to the deck.

They trembled their lips, not knowing how to return to the monster in front of them, they only knew that it was on the ship, and the monster in front of them was the captain of the ship.

"You don't know... your pedantic minds are nothing more than thinking that this is a ship!

But you don’t know that this ship is very famous. She left many legends. When this ship appeared hundreds of years ago, even the most vicious sea pirates on the sea were frightened when they heard her name."

David Jones didn't want to keep it in a silence anymore, and he said directly, "This is the flying Dutchman!

The legendary ghost ship! The ghost ship! And I am David Jones, the captain of this ship. Have you ever heard of my legend?"

David Jones suddenly became very expectant. He wore an ancient pipe on his hand, and whenever he approached someone, he would spit out a cigarette ring.

What burned in his pipe was not tobacco, but algae and fish scales that were dried in the sun.

"I...I've heard...your story..." The oldest old woman in her age spoke tremblingly.

This immediately aroused David Jones' interest. Perhaps the old man was not afraid of death, she said with courage.

"The legendary ghost ship flying Dutch is a ghost ship that will never return home, and is destined to drift on the sea.

Flying Dutch people are usually found at distances and sometimes emit a ghostly light.

It is said that if other ships greet her, her crew would try to ask someone to send messages to people on land or who had long been dead.

Encountering this ghost ship seemed to the Voyager as a sign of destruction.”

Another old man also said, "The story I heard when I was a child is not like this... David Jones is responsible for collecting the unjustly dead souls of the victims at sea for the sea monsters, but some people say that it is the goddess of the ocean.

If David Jones finds that there are victims at sea and are not dead, he will hire the other party to become a crew member of the flying Dutchman, if he does not agree..."

The old man shivered for a moment and didn't dare to continue talking.

David Jones said to him, "If I don't agree, I will kill them and dig out the bones on them to fill the flying Dutch... First of all, I want to emphasize that it is not a sea monster, but a sea god I believe in... Leviathan!

Secondly... I will give you a very good job and work on my boat... If you don't agree... then the ending of the legendary story in the old man's mouth will be played out in you."

The young man widened his eyes and asked, "But we did not encounter a shipwreck, and it was not you who rescued us!"

David Jones laughed, "But you are indeed on my boat...hahahaha!"

The flying Dutchman quickly left the coast of the town. The rising tide came and faded faster. The ship seemed to be washed away and left with a small floating leaf.
Chapter completed!