Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 425: Pearl Island

"Hurry up and clean the deck!"

"Repair all the damaged areas. Wake up, boys!"

An officer waved his arm and shouted, directing the sailors to repair the damage caused by the duel between Alan and Regis. One of the sailors complained, "It was clearly created by those two people. Why do you want us to fix it?" josei

'"Bastard, Lord Allen is our distinguished guest. Besides, didn't you watch the show very enthusiastically before? Then it's normal to pay a little admiration fee. No matter how much you talk, I'll deduct your salary!"

"I was wrong!" The sailor's face was full of tears.

In Roger's room, a nautical chart was spread out on the table, and Alan was standing beside him. Roger pointed to a spot on the chart and said, "This is it. We'll probably arrive at Pearl Island in the evening."

"Oh, supplies?"

Roger nodded. "This natural island is rich in pearls and is located in the middle of Violet Harbor and Ark Harbor, so it is usually used as a supply depot by merchant ships. And the women on this island are very enthusiastic."

As he spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Alan, who smiled awkwardly. Roger coughed dryly and said, "When we get to the island, we'll show you what the island is like. We'll stay here for a day, rest for a while, and continue on our way. We'll reach Ark Harbor in a week at most."

"Mr. Roger." "Perhaps you should come to the deck," Jarraf said in a low voice as he suddenly pushed the door open.

"What's the matter?"

"We found a boat following us."

The three of them came to the deck together, and a sailor slipped off the observation platform. He put a telescope on his waist and pointed at the back of the boat. "Sir, a boat is following us. It is very fast and will catch up to us in a few minutes. I looked at the flag emblem. It belongs to the Blood Shark Merchant Guild."

"Blood Shark ships are usually modified to be faster than normal merchant ships. They may be going to Pearl Island as well, but just in case, let everyone get into position and prepare cannonballs in case something unexpected happens." Roger said anxiously.

Alan raised his eyebrows. "We can help."

'"This naval battle is different from a land battle. Lord Allen can watch from the side. If a battle really happens, please take action at the boarding stage." Roger smiled.

Alan had never experienced a naval battle before, so he felt that it was quite new. Hearing this, he did not insist and nodded. He called Belmond over and told him to inform the others and the soldiers to be ready to attack.

A moment later, the Blood Shark Merchant Guild's ship chased after him. Their sailboats were longer and not as tall as the Paradise, giving off the impression of lightness and swiftness. One could see wood pulp sticking out from the bottom of the hull and rowing in unison. Only then did Alan feel relieved. It turned out that not only did their ship use wind power, it could also be accelerated by manpower. No wonder it was much faster than the Paradise.

On the hull deck of the Blood Shark Merchant Guild, Alan saw the old man he had seen at the dock that day. He looked over and smiled sinisterly at Alan. Suddenly, someone on the other side of the boat cried out in alarm. A heavy crossbow was used to hunt whales. The bowstring shook and a pitch-black whaling fork flew towards the Paradise.

Roger's expression changed.

The whaling fork wasn't light, and just by listening to its whistling through the air, one could tell how powerful it was. Not to mention the wooden hull of a sailboat, even an iron plate would be able to make a hole in it. Just as Jeralf was about to pull, Alan had already used his finger to replace his saber and drew a flickering light. Even though this flame aura wasn't as powerful as Qianjun's, it flashed twice and sliced through the whaling fork, cutting it open in the middle.

As the whaling fork moved at high speed, it was suddenly sliced open. A burst of blazing red light still flowed through the cut on both sides, but the fork exploded into the air and flew past the Paradise. One of the fragments pierced through the sail and fell into the water behind it, creating a small wave.

Fortunately, no one was hurt.

The old man on the boat over there saw Alan casually cut open the whaling fork. The smile on his face stiffened, and then he raised his voice and said, "I'm very sorry, our tools are probably broken, didn't they scare you?"

"We are not that timid, but I would be even happier if your tools were more broken." The old man's figure was clearly reflected in Allen's bright red pupils, "Because that would probably make sense if you broke your boat!"

With that, Alan left the deck.

The Blood Shark's old man remained silent until Roger coughed dryly, "Mr. Sal, please be careful next time."

The old man snorted and suddenly raised his foot to kick a sailor beside him. He roared angrily, "Look what you've all done!"

Then he got into the cabin.

The unlucky sailor who acted as a sailor under the stairs could only look at the so-called broken whaling crossbow with a sad face. After the small episode, the Blood Shark's boat quickly passed the Paradise and gradually disappeared from Roger's sight.

"Repair the canvas and work harder. You can rest at Pearl Island tonight." Roger said.

After the two ships left the sea, the waves sneaked out, but a small head popped up from the sea. A pair of seawater-like azure eyes looked in the direction the two ships had left. After staring at them for a moment, they sank back into the sea. At this moment, a shark-like dorsal fin popped out from the sea water and disappeared into the water.

The sea had regained its calm.

Pearl Island, in the waters of Santa Trina, is located between Violet Harbor and Ark Harbor. This special geographical location made this island popular with merchant ships. The island had become a necessary supply point for the caravans. This also brought business opportunities to the island itself. Gradually, people from the land moved to the island to settle down. They started to do business in pearls and other industries, making the originally quiet island gradually bustle with activity.

In the evening, the Paradise sailed into the harbor of Pearl Island. After nearly a week at sea, Allen and the others finally had the chance to come into contact with the land again. The happiest of them all was Wilick, who had proved that no matter how powerful a person was, they still had a weakness that no one knew about. For example, William, who would have thought that someone as valiant as him would have such a weak point as seasickness? After a week at sea, Wilick fainted for seven days.

It was rare to get off the boat today. After stepping on the ground, Wilick finally regained his spirits.

Roger and Alan alighted together. After stepping on the ground, the slave merchant glanced at the harbor and softly whispered.

"What's wrong, Mr. Roger?"

"Nothing much. It's just strange that we can't see the Blood Shark's boat. Aren't these guys planning to resupply at Pearl Harbor?" Roger shook his head.

Alan glanced at the ships docked in the harbor. Sure enough, he didn't see the Blood Shark Merchant Guild's ship. Logically speaking, they should arrive at Pearl Island ahead of the Paradise. "Ignore them," Roger coughed softly. "It's better if those annoying guys don't settle on Pearl Island."

'"Lord Allen, Pearl Island has another nickname. People call it Hot Springs Island. Because there are many hot springs here. After dinner, I'll take you to see them. Call a few warm and beautiful island women. They are known as the daughters of the sea. They are warm and open. I'm sure they will leave you with a good memory." Roger laughed.

Alan laughed dryly, "I approve of hot springs. As for women, Mr. Roger should enjoy them himself."

"Why? Oh, I remember. I heard that Lord Allen has two young and beautiful girls by his side. If that's the case, I can understand." Roger said, "I understand."

Ellen did not want to explain further, so the group left the dock with a smile on their face. Pearl Island was not big, and its resident population was only about one or two hundred people. There is no city on the island, only a fishing village. After Pearl Island became lively, the fishing village was expanded many times. There are several hotels, two bars and several hot spring baths in the village now.

During the pearl harvest season, a large number of pearl merchants would come to Pearl Island. That was the busiest time on Pearl Island. It was quieter now, but there were two or three merchant ships replenishing Pearl Island, so the village was bustling. Roger was very familiar with the situation and led Allen and the others to a hotel in the village with his own hot spring bath. As for the sailors and Allen's soldiers, they naturally stayed in the boat for the night. After all, there weren't so many hotels on Pearl Island for them to use.

After a seafood-filled dinner, Roger took Alan to a hot spring. Presumably Roger was already a regular guest of the hotel, so the innkeeper had specially opened a separate open-air bathroom for the two of them. Soaking in the warm spring water, Ellen felt quite comfortable and could not help but ask, "Why is there a hot spring on this island?"

"Because there is a sleeping volcano beneath Pearl Island. In fact, there are three volcanoes like this in the Santa Trina Sea. Together, they were called the three pillars of the Fire God, and there was an interesting legend circulating in the empire. Legend has it that when the three pillars of Fire God explode at the same time, Saint Trina will become a true sea of fire. Fire God's anger would turn into surging magma that would cross the ocean and surge into the empire. At that time, it would be the end of the empire. "

Roger shrugged his shoulders. "However, these three living mountains are all in slumber. Some scholars predict that no trace of volcanic activity will be seen for at least two hundred years, let alone three volcanic eruptions at the same time. So, this legend was probably fabricated by those boring people."

"I hope this doesn't happen." Said Alan.

"Yes, after all, if such a disaster really happened, the first to suffer would be a port city like our Violet Harbor."

At this moment, the woman's soft laughter sounded from outside the bathroom. Then the bathroom door was pulled open, and a few sexy young women wearing bathrobes with slightly dark skin walked in. "So you're here, Mr. Roger," said the first man, winking at Roger.