Chapter 59

Under the stars and moon, Lorraine finally saw the outline of the island.

The island is just a few miles away, with scattered silver sand beaches and lush Island jungles.

There are two volcanoes in the center of the island. The west mountain is high and the east mountain is low. The mountain is round. There are two smoke columns on the top of the mountain, which go straight up to the blue clouds. Looking from a distance, it looks like the silhouette of a huge black rabbit.

It turns out that John nasbert didn't cheat. There is really a black rabbit as big as a mountain on Heba island. So... What about the wizard?

With doubts, the exhausted two were washed into the beach by the shore waves.

Lorraine barely walked a few steps until he reached the dry sand and couldn't walk any more.

He staggered down on his knees and fell on his back without a sound.

Haina was startled and hurriedly ran up. Only then did she find that Lorraine was sleeping

She looked at Lorraine's pale face gently, got close, and kissed him gently on the forehead: "sleep, my captain, I will always guard you."

This sleep, Lorraine slept dark.

When he woke up, the night was as old. A bonfire was lit around him. Several wooden sticks were supported on the beach, tied with slings, and Haina's pure white battle clothes were hung on the ropes, but they were only half baked.

He knew that he had only slept for a while.

Lorraine turned over and sat up. She saw that Haina, who was naked, was sitting with her back to him, facing the sea and hugging her knees.

The bright white moonlight illuminates her smooth brown skin, which is slightly moisturized like jade. The beauty under the moon can't be used as a prescription.

The sound of his rising startled Haina.

Two short knives were at hand. She copied her hand, held the knife, bounced up and turned around. Suddenly, they looked at each other.

A man is reflected in Bi Cui's eyes

Cross legged, the golden dagger sits on the sand, one hand holding the knee and the other holding the chin. The expression on his face is like a smile, and his eyes are fixed, just like appreciating some handed down art masterpiece.

"Tut tut Tut, what a good figure. Why do you always like to wrap a smock..."

Yes!

Throw the knife off and hit the ground three inches.

Haina soon wrapped herself up.

Although the waist of the combat suit is slim and more beautiful than the wide smock, it doesn't look good when it's naked.

Lorraine felt sorry.

Unfortunately, he saw Haina's bloody red face and flustered eyes, and decided to hide his little mind at the bottom of his heart without saying a word.

He poked the bonfire with a smile: "Haina..."

"Aren't you tired and faint? How can you wake up so quickly!"

"To be exact, I just slept." Lorraine shrugged. "The whaler is the son of the sea. In his mother's arms, we are stronger and recover faster than ever."

"But that also... That also..."

Lolin jumped up with a smile and took out his long knife with a clang: "I'll fork two fish in the water. When dawn comes, I'll find the butterfly flower and the wizard who likes to send gold coins!"

The sun comes from the East!

At dawn, the golden light spread all over the world, illuminating the square inch size of hebrazil Island, and launching a beautiful fairyland in front of Lorraine and Haina.

Blue sea, silver sand, sunny palm, broad-leaved shrub.

The mountains that look like rabbits in the distance are black, down are continuous dark green, around the beach are light green and light green, the quartz beach is silvery white, and the sea water in front of you is clear.

Lorraine and Hannah sat shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the beach. The bonfire around him had already extinguished, and the firewood pile was emitting wisps of black smoke, floating to the sky, echoing with the smoke column in the distant mountains and the fog wall in the sky.

Haina is intoxicated with this beauty.

"Lorraine."

"Yes."

"Why do they call this devil's Island?"

"Because the legend about it suddenly appeared overnight, just like the devil whispering in people's ears."

"Really?"

"Of course not." Lorraine chuckled. "In the early Renaissance, people found Pythagoras' theory of earth circle from Greek classics, found the evidence of eratosthene and Ptolemy, and began to doubt the theory of horizon advocated by the Catholic Church. People are willing to believe that the earth is round, and among them, navigators are the most convinced."

"The legend of hebbasi began to appear in the mouth of navigators from then on. They said that there was a new continent on the other side of the ocean in the west of Europe, and they tried their best to describe it. Even if Columbus discovered America, which was different from the legendary hebbasi, they didn't want to admit that the things spread and described by their ancestors were false, but they just struggled to turn hebbasi into a new continent The island of hebrazil. "

"It carries the resistance of navigators to the rule of the church, just like Copernicus and Bruno's heliocentric theory. This is the real reason why it is called Devil Island, because every adventurer looking for it is a fallen man seduced by the devil in the eyes of the church."

"It's so important..." Hannah blinked and stood up. "Lorraine, where's the butterfly?"

"We didn't see the boat when we swam here. If she didn't sink in the reef, she must be on the back of the island and blocked by the volcano."

"Roundabout? Or across?"

"Ring the island." Lorraine also stood up and patted the broken sand on his pants. "Mao rushed into the jungle. I'm afraid I'll meet the wizard who sends gold coins. If he's not friendly, it's bad."

The plan of action has been decided.

Lorraine and Haina are agile activists. Once they decide, they set out immediately.

They walked cautiously along the coastline, chopping shrubs and walking around the island. They didn't encounter too many obstacles along the way. It took them half a day to find the butterfly stranded on the back of the island.

She swayed onto the beach with her bow high and exposed her ferocious and broken hull in the sun.

Seeing the busy figures of the sailors around, Lorraine showed a heartfelt smile: "those guys... Did a good job."

……

However, Lorraine did not know that there was another scene on the ship.

The butterfly arrived on the island later than Lorraine. It was not until four hours ago that they sailed and rushed to the beach with the wind.

It was already bright.

After successfully grounding the hull, they spent another two hours cutting wood. Taking the logs of palm trees as wheels, they concentrated their manpower to straighten the hull and pad the bottom plate.

Until then, the butterfly flower was completely out of the shadow of the sunken ship.

The pressure of survival is lost, and other concerns emerge.

Karen, carrying his broken axe, roared and directed the sailors to cut wood and get materials.

Pierce took some sailors to clean the warehouse, carry food and water to the beach, and put up a simple shelter.

Noah knelt beside the steering wheel without saying a word, with a crystal ball of fate in front of her, and the same quiet white ears lying on her shoulders. The magical silver Tarot lined up in front of her, shuffling and divining again and again.

Acharin swaggered around like a savior, looking idle and busy.

Everyone's heart has doubts that are difficult to pronounce.

After Lorraine and Haina fell into the water, the butterfly flower sailed for nearly ten hours. According to the speed of 0.5 knots, their travel distance was close to ten kilometers, and it was only long, not short.

With such a long distance and deep in the fog, can Lorraine really swim to the island with Haina?

What should they do if they lose the captain?

Acharin is the one who believes that Lorraine has been buried at the bottom of the sea.

He became restless and felt that he had saved the whole ship. He deserved support and became the new captain of the butterfly flower.

To be honest, he needs the support of sailors.

Karen, pierce, Noah... Who to start with?

Acharin's eyes cruised on the three people and saw Noah sitting alone by the steering wheel. A complacent smile appeared on Junlang's face.

For a romantic gentleman, who is more suitable to be a target than a cowardly, worthless Roma girl who is deeply loved among sailors?

Capture this woman and... Take the throne of Captain and president!