Master of Thermodynamics

"Close the net..."

Accompanied by the shout of First Officer Lutherford, the magic motive drove the winch to turn, and the metal fishing net was recovered inch by inch.

Under the organization of several sailors, more than 100 slaves lined up neatly on the deck, quietly waiting for the fish to be hoisted up. Most of the slaves held knives in their hands, and a few carried wooden barrels.

This batch of fish will be handled by these slaves, and the benefits of doing so are very numerous.

First of all, this can maximize the use of slaves.

The journey to the Haichao Islands is long, and you have to find something for the slaves to do. If you stay idle for too long, you will easily get into trouble.

Secondly, more food can be collected.

Including the crew, the total number of people in the fleet is as high as 1,500. There is not enough food on board and must be supplied "on-site".

Finally, and most importantly, save money.

If all food depends on procurement, how much jinnar will it cost to support the schedule needs of so many people?

There are fish everywhere in the ocean. As long as you have the ability to fish, you can fish as much as you like. You don't need a copper nar, so fools will choose to buy them!

With this in mind, the grain reserves on the ship are quite small, only tens of tons, and more space is made available in the warehouse for other cargo.

After the fishing net was recovered nearly 1/3 of its length, a large number of lively marine fish appeared in front of the sailors.

These marine fish belong to the same species and are generally close to 1 meter in length. In this world, they can only be regarded as a small marine fish. They are covered with snow white, black back, and covered with fine scales. There is a crescent-shaped bulge in the center of the scales. Quite eye-catching.

They twisted vigorously in the net, hitting the net frequently, and the bottom of the sea fish was still shaking its tail, slapped **** the deck, making a loud "bang" sound, and the sound was quite powerful.

However, no matter how these marine fish struggle, they cannot break free of the fishing nets. As the fishing nets are tightened by the winch, their space for movement becomes smaller and smaller, and the struggle action becomes more and more weak.

"It's all little white trout..."

A sailor yelled with joy, and everyone else was excited about it.

"The little white trout is tender and tastes okay..."

"Good luck this time, the yellow-leaf fish caught last time, with a bit of sourness and astringency, is really unpalatable..."

"I remember there is still a lot of ice seal oil on the boat for the chefs to fry trout steak..."

The expressions of the slaves also became alive. They were no longer stupid before, they all stared at the little white trout with fiery eyes, and there was a slight commotion in the originally neat team.

There is meat to eat!

This idea came to all the slaves' minds.

Since becoming slaves, they are doing the hardest work and eating the worst food. Many people can't remember when they last ate meat.

At this moment, seeing so many marine fishes in front of them, how can they not get excited?

When the fishing net was recovered for more than half of the time, the rotation speed of the winch suddenly slowed down. The sailor manipulating the magic motive thought that his mental power was insufficient, so he subconsciously put his right hand close to the rune plate, increasing the mental power output.

But what puzzles him is that this has no effect, and the speed of the winch is getting slower and slower.

Could it be that the devil's motive is broken?

The sailor's heart tensed, and a thought came to his mind: This magic motive has been used for several months, and it has never had any malfunctions. Couldn't it be broken by me?

The next moment, a excited voice relieved his worries.

"The red marlin is hanging up, this is really a big guy..."

The red marlin had just been dragged onto the deck, and the speed of the winch suddenly returned to its original speed, which also gave the sailor a sigh of relief.

Obviously, the reason why the speed of the winch slows down is not because the magic motive is malfunctioning, but the weight of the red marlin is too large. When the pulling force increases, the speed of the magic motive will naturally slow down.

After the sailor put down his worry, he raised his head and looked at the fishing net. What he saw in his eyes made him open his mouth.

As the companion said, the red marlin in the fishing net is indeed a big guy.

Its body is very large, the fish body is fusiform, the whole body is fiery red, even the scales and fins are also the same, without a trace of variegation, it looks quite beautiful.

The most impressive thing is the fish's mouth, which is like a spear, poking straight forward. The spear is 2 meters long. The "spear tip" is extremely sharp and glows with a faint red glow in the sun.

It is completely conceivable that once this "long spear" hits its prey, it may immediately leave a blood hole. The "gun" in the name "Red Marlin" is named after it.

However, the red marlin looked a bit miserable at the moment. The scales on its body were peeled off in many places, revealing red skin, and there were several scars of different lengths in some places, and blood was constantly leaking from it.

There is no doubt that this should be the wound left by it when it struggled in the fishing net.

This fully proves the toughness of the metal fishing net. The red marlin has damaged itself all over, and it has not been able to get rid of the fishing net. If it is replaced with a normal flax fishing net, the red marlin may have disappeared long ago.

The appearance of this red marlin immediately caused a sensation on the deck.

"Gosh, I think it's at least 10 meters long..."

"It's incredible. I can't think that the fishing net can catch this big fish..."

"This kind of large metal fishing net is too powerful. The red marlin struggles so hard, and there is no damage to the fishing net. No metal wire is broken..."

Not only the sailors, but even the slaves couldn't restrain their strong curiosity. They all ran near the fishing nets, watching the big fish, screaming again and again.

No one stopped these slaves, because even the sailors who were in charge of maintaining order joined the ranks of the strangers. The red marlin immediately became crowded, and the noisy sound could even be heard by the crew in the power cabin.

However, at this time, the red marlin tightly wrapped in the fishing net suddenly swayed its tail vigorously, and the nearly two-meter-long tail fin slammed on the deck with a loud noise.

The crowd was taken aback, everyone scrambled back, trying to get away from the behemoth in the fishing net.

All fools know. With the size of a red marlin, even if it is touched lightly, it will probably be knocked into flight.

In the chaos, several thin slaves were squeezed to the ground, and then they were stepped on by a dozen feet, causing them to scream in pain.

First officer Lu Defu found that the situation was not good, and screamed out quickly, trying to stabilize the panicked crowd, but there were more than 100 people here, and he didn't know what to do in a hurry.

Elon, who had been in the captain's room, rushed out quickly and screamed:

"I'm Captain Elon, everyone squatted down for me and immediately squatted on the ground..."

"If anyone dared to run around on the deck, the master must throw him into the sea..."

Seeing his own voice drowned in the noisy noise, Elon immediately changed his plan.

"Harris, Brody, you guys yell ‘squat down’ together, the louder the better..."

Soon, there was a huge roar from the deck.

"Squat down... squat down... squat down..."

This trick was very effective. In just a few seconds, all the slaves squatted on the ground honestly, and no one ran around.

Elon said with a gloomy old face, angrily:

"Lester, Raphael, Mendelson, drove these'laborers' to the deck and let them stand up all the time. I will give you 5 minutes. If I don’t see the neat queue then, I will definitely Hang you from the mast..."

"Lutherford, you trash, the lord asked you to keep order on the deck, what are you doing? Do you take the lord's words as fart? Come over here..."

First mate Lutherford walked up to Elon frustratedly, and Elon immediately picked up a short whip and drew it towards Ruderford with his head and face.

Lutherford squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, not daring to resist, letting Mr. Captain vent his anger.

Everyone on the deck was so frightened that they didn't even dare to breathe, listening to Elon's roar in a daze.

"Lutherford, you bastard, Lord Lord has just left the Odin with the island guard team and is going to fish elsewhere, so you can make this mess for me..."

"After the lord comes back, how do you ask the lord to explain to the lord?"

"Lu Defu, you useless thing, don't you even care about a bunch of ‘labour’? I’m telling you, your bonus this month is gone..."

When Elon punished his first mate, Renault, Moose, and a dozen other team members were riding a magical boat on the sea at a speed of more than 60 km/h, more than ten kilometers away. hurricane.

The small boat broke through waves and crashed into the sky, leaving a white wake with countless bubbles on the water.