Chapter 133

Alger, the merchant, stayed in toboint for only one night and left the next morning with his companion and the little girl.

Along with him, in addition to the newly joined Marca, there was the nobleman from France, Mr. Vincent.

Maka noticed that the timid little girl seemed to have been looking for an opportunity to talk to him, but Alger was very cautious. There was no chance to talk between them for the time being.

Seeing that the little girl's behavior was quite abnormal, Maka was more and more sure of her judgment.

Soon they came to the dock and approached some connected ships.

"Come on, get on board, boy!" said Alger kindly.

Maka pretended to be unfamiliar and stepped on the boarding board. She staggered after Alger and boarded the largest ship. Behind him was the young lady, who pulled the little girl up.

Sailing is a very boring thing. Maybe at first, you will be attracted by the magnificent sea and lie on the railing on the side of the ship to look at the distant sky.

But trust me, you'll lose interest in all this in a few days.

Maka is very used to sailing. Naturally, he won't look at it curiously - what's more, he's here to "work" this time.

This is a cargo ship, but this "cargo" is obviously a living creature... No, it's two now. Alger arranged Maka and the little girl in the cargo hold.

All the goods here have been unloaded. Except for some waterproof tarpaulins, there are only a small pile of empty wooden boxes left in the cargo hold.

Maka and the little girl sat on a wooden box respectively and were "accompanied" by the two men walking with them.

Of course, it was not to prevent them from running away - they could run there when they sailed on the ocean - it was just to separate them so that the little girl wouldn't say something to Marca.

In fact, the little girl knew what they were doing; And she herself is the first goods in this business.

Maka sat bored on the wooden box and said a few words to the two men, trying to get some useful information... Or he just wanted to solve the boredom.

In some intentional and unintentional conversations and observations, Maka found that they all seemed a little absent-minded. Although both men looked at them honestly, they did not show their determination to what they had done.

To put it bluntly, they were just ordinary caravan crew before. This is really the first time they have done this kind of work.

"Sir, I think..." Maka opened her eyes and made herself look innocent. "I miss my father..."

"Well... Boy, I mean," the man looked awkwardly at the door of the cargo hold. The blue sky outside formed a sharp contrast with the depression in the hold. "Well... We'll help you go home, and then you can see your father."

The other man seemed less talkative. He looked down at the floor and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Oh - I think so," Marca nodded. "Thank you. You are all good people! Mom always says that those who like to help others are good people!"

"... can I have some water to drink?"

Maka was talking to the two men when suddenly the little girl sitting not far away opened her mouth.

This was the first time Maka heard the little girl's voice. Although it was still sweet, it was a little hoarse - she really seemed thirsty.

The man who had been silent took a kettle from his waist and handed it to the little girl.

Marca noticed that the little girl seemed a little disappointed. It seemed that she had mostly wanted to distract someone before. But this little trick suddenly failed.

Maka shook her head secretly, thinking that the little girl might grow up to be smart and have great courage - but now she is far from qualified.

Even if you can distract people, you can only distract one. That's no use.

"This... Have you ever drunk?" the little girl suddenly pursed her mouth, showing a reluctant look.

"We're on the boat. We all belong to everyone except 'people'." the man frowned. "Don't drink if you don't want to!"

This man is obviously not as talkative as the one just now. Although he doesn't talk much, it's not because of introversion or simplicity.

The little girl was yelled by him. She couldn't help shrinking back and didn't dare to say anything again.

"Give me a drink too!" Maka said suddenly.

After the girl had a few drinks, he asked for the kettle and drank a lot of it impolitely.

"Save it!" the man grabbed the kettle and looked fierce.

"Hey! Don't scare the children..." another man pushed him, and then turned around and said, "the fresh water on the ship is limited. It's a habit to save drinking at sea."

"Oh, I'm sorry... I see." Maka nodded cleverly to show understanding.

As time went by, during the long voyage, Maka became familiar with the man who spoke better. Until one day, the other party casually mentioned to Maka

"... it's time to get ashore tomorrow," he said, thinking and adding, "we need to replenish fresh water and food, and it's time for her to get off the ship."

He Nuo mouth toward the little girl, but did not say anything more, but his expression looked worried.

"When can we get to London?" Marca asked with a wink.

"Oh - well, soon." the man grinned at him, but the smile was stiff.

"I want to drink water, and then it's time to go to bed... Can you tell me a story today?" Marca said with a pure face.

The other party asked him for the kettle, handed it to him and said, "of course! What do you want to hear today?"

"I fell asleep before I heard the story of the 'sea Wizard' yesterday. Can you continue..."

Before long, Maka shrank into the slightly damp quilt and fell asleep listening to the man's monotonous story. On the other side, the little girl still couldn't sleep. She leaned over and looked at the clear starry sky outside. The tears in her eyes flowed helplessly onto the pillow.

"Let's have a rest! We can go ashore tomorrow to relax..."

"Pay more attention on shore!"

"Alas... Yes, indeed..."

They both drank a few mouthfuls of water, and then one fell asleep against the hatch at the door; The other, the man who didn't talk much, was still sitting on the box and waiting in the middle of the night as usual.

It has to be said that Alger's arrangement is very cautious - even if it's only two children, the rules can't be changed. It's right to be careful.

However, the kettle that Marca touched can't be easily drunk.

Not to mention the sleeping man, even the man on the night watch soon fell askew on the board.

Maka also kindly reached out and helped him, so that he wouldn't make too much noise by plopping.

"Haven't you fallen asleep?" Marca got up quietly and asked softly towards the little girl.

The little girl was obviously startled by him - she didn't expect that Marca, who had never paid attention to her, would talk to her in the dead of night.

She jerked back, and then looked at the man who had fallen on the board in surprise. At this time, her face was still full of tears.

"What's your name?"

Maka, who was checking the two men, turned around and smiled at her. She asked casually as if she had nothing to say.

"I'm Sarah... You... What did you do?"

"Nothing," said Marca. "I'm here to save you, okay?"

"... you know?" the girl said in surprise.

"Shh! Keep your voice down... I do know, but it shouldn't be as clear as you think," Marca examined the two men and looked sideways at the door. "Where did they rob you?"

"Norwich..."

"Just know the place..." Maka nodded and said, "wait here - they won't wake up suddenly. When I finish the work, we can go back."

"Go back? How?" Sarah wondered. "We're still on the boat..."

"Don't worry."

Maka said and went to the deck with light hands and feet

When Marca came back again, he immediately asked Sarah to go to the side of the ship.

On the deck next to the ship's side, two crew members were leaning there, and not far away, we could see an escape ship outside the ship's side, which had been put on the sea.

"Can you climb rope?"

Maka asked for a moment, but the answer he waited for was "no".

Fortunately, he was ready.

"Put on this and come with me..." Marca handed Sarah a life vest. When she put it on, she took her to the railing.

Sarah thought he would have a good idea! However

"Remember, don't shout! If the other crew members hear us, we can't escape!" Maka whispered.

"Huh? Oh..."

"Remember! Don't shout!"

After another instruction, Maka did not hesitate to reach out and push, and Sarah fell into the sea with a plop.

She still called out, but Maka's advice worked. The cry was not big, and she held it back after half a sound.

For Sarah, failure to escape is obviously much more terrible than the sea.

After Sarah got down, Maka slipped down the rope to the escape boat. He quickly dragged Sarah into the boat, then picked up the oar and rowed.

It was not far from the coast, but Maka did not choose the same direction as the cargo ship - he rowed along the vertical direction of the cargo ship route, farther and farther, and finally disappeared into the dark sea.

"Why push me down like that!" Sarah, who had been holding her breath for a long time, finally asked.