Chapter 1575 Island

As Renata walked up the stairs to the second floor, she heard the noise of crazy smashing in one of the bedrooms. She raised her head slightly, walked lightly and silently to the door of the room where the sound came from, and opened a crack while the person inside was venting his emotions.

The one who was smashing things inside was naturally Anna. The entire luxurious yacht bedroom was destroyed by her. A lot of velvet hair flew out of the torn pillows and flew in the bedroom. Things like glassware were all thrown on the wall or tempered glass and smashed to pieces.

It took a while for the noise in the house to stop. Through the crack in the door, Renata saw Anna sitting on the velvet bed with her head down, as if thinking about something. After a long time, she suddenly raised her head, walked quickly to the door and pushed it open.

Anna turned her head to look at both sides of the corridor that was slightly shaking due to the waves. Her eyes were calm. After not seeing even a single figure, she breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the room and closed the door.

But what she didn't realize was that when she turned around, there was a shadow behind her, almost perfectly hidden in her blind spot, and walked into the house with the same movements as her.

When Anna closed the door and turned around, she only saw the messy bedroom that she had messed up, but her mood suddenly changed, becoming quite stable, as if it was not her who had just gone crazy and smashed the bedroom.

Anna pulled out the backpack that she had deliberately protected from under the bed, and took out the cowhide notebook tied with a thin rope from it and opened it. The sunlight shone through the cracked glass and fell on the contents of the notebook, which was full of nautical chart notes. The chart detailed the information needed for navigation, such as shore shape, islands, reefs, shoals, water depth, bottom quality, currents and other data. Countless routes of track calculation were carefully drawn, and finally marked with a small red X to deny.

Chart notes like this almost fill the first half of the notebook. Each route was taken by the owner of the notebook, Anna's mother Flora. Some routes were even repeated several times before they were judged to be wrong. The standard for judging errors is naturally the proof of the existence of Atlantis.

Compared with an archaeologist's notebook, this notebook is more like a navigator's notebook. However, considering that Anna's mother Flora Campbell's profession is a marine conservationist, and the relics she explored are mostly hidden underwater, it is understandable that she has rich experience in dealing with the sea. Every oceanographer is basically a navigator, and the sea is their lover.

In addition to charts, there are occasional photos of large marine animals in the inserts, such as the whale watching season in Mauritius in the Indian Ocean. A woman in a white short shirt and sunglasses smiled and lay on the side of a speedboat, reaching out to touch the back of a whale exposed above the water. In the distance, there are also snapshots of groups of dolphins jumping up under the rainbow on the sea.

Anna's thumb gently slid across the smiling face of the woman in the photo, and after taking a deep breath, she continued to flip through the notebook. After half of the page, the complicated routes gradually became fewer, and it turned into a simplified map of the entire Indian Ocean. She began to circle different locations in the sea with red circles, and then counted the routes passing through the circles, and at the same time counted the weather of the routes on the day according to different times.

Obviously, the owner of the notebook asked the crew members on the routes that passed through the circles one by one, and after comparing them, he found the routes with abnormal rainfall to exclude the area.

After another update, this method began to be eliminated. Instead, the notebook began to appear like a diary-like soliloquy, without a specific date, but just some random words and information that seemed to be suddenly remembered and then written down in the notebook, such as:

[Stormy storms help balance water resources, replenish water sources for groundwater systems, and make the circulation of water resources more balanced. This also means that the vegetation on islands that are often baptized by storms is more lush. Maybe the correct route can be determined by the islands with higher vegetation coverage and more lush vegetation on the route? ]

And some ideas and ideas that were just written down may be rejected overnight.

[No, it cannot be determined by the degree of greening of natural islands. The error is too large, and the risk and time of field investigation are also very high. ]

[Perhaps it is a wrong choice to search for a vague legend from a known route? I am using data coordination to find something outside the set within the set. Am I wasting time from the beginning? Have all the efforts of so many years been in vain? 】

The handwriting was a bit sloppy, and several of the following articles were records of dates and weather at sea, and occasionally some interesting things on the ship, such as who caught a shark while fishing and was pulled off the boat and almost drowned under the boat, which ship did not have adequate security, and when it was docked, a thief sneaked on board at night and stole the cable. It was not until the next day when the captain set sail that he discovered this incident and was very angry.

After that, it seemed that after a period of mental adjustment, the notebook owner's writing style finally began to relax, and he regained his previous calmness and logic.

[It may be a way to start with the legend itself. Although it is a bit stupid and there is a high probability of getting wrong information, there is no smoke without fire. As long as a large amount of information about the legend is integrated, the data outside the collection can be combined with the data inside the collection. 】

[I found an old man in a local village in Mauritius. He claimed to know the legend of Atlantis, but the local people seemed to call Atlantis the Garden of Eden, and firmly believed that it was the second land created by God. I did hear the saying "God created Mauritius first, and then the Garden of Eden", but didn't Mark Twain say that?

In short, the locals seemed to firmly believe that there was a Garden of Eden in the Indian Ocean, the location of which was erratic and was created by God and Mauritius together.

The old man claimed that a long time ago, about forty years ago, when he was still a seaman, a 10,000-ton ocean-going freighter ran aground near a natural island in the Indian Ocean, and a large amount of cargo was scattered on the sea waiting for rescuers to salvage and make up for the loss.

He remembered that it was more than 8 o'clock in the evening, and the people on the deck of the freighter found that the sea surface was boiling, with a lot of foam surging, and countless fish of all kinds jumped out of the water, and even jumped directly onto the deck. The scene was shocking and terrifying.

You know, with the deck height of a 10,000-ton cargo ship, it is difficult to catch fish by boat fishing. Those fish jumped up and down as if they were fleeing, using all their strength to jump just to leave the sea, as if something was threatening them.

At that time, everyone on the deck picked up the fish with plastic buckets, but the captain rushed to the deck like crazy after knowing this, and asked everyone to get off the ship and go to the nearby Natural Island for safety by lifeboat.

At that time, the captain had a high prestige. Although the order was a bit inexplicable, the people on the ship still obeyed his order, threw down all the hinges and anchors to fix the cargo ship, and sailed to the Natural Island by lifeboat.

The old man was the last one to go to the island. He claimed that as soon as he got to the island, he found a storm rolling in from the horizon at an incredible speed. Then there was a terrible scene that he would never forget in his life - incredible hurricanes, huge whirlpools, several dragons dancing wildly, and a large number of fish that fishermen could never catch in their lifetime flew from the sea to the sky, and finally fell on the natural island like raindrops. All eyes were filled with dense water droplets and fish that seemed to be swimming in the air.

Everyone ran for their lives to find caves to avoid the storm, and many unlucky people were directly swept into the sea by the hurricane and disappeared. The people hiding in the caves looked out boldly, and could only see black clouds hanging above their heads as if they were going to collapse the world. There was an incredible roar from the sea, as if there was a monster hidden in the depths of the dark sea, roaring at the whole world across trillions of tons of sea water. Some people with faith knelt down in the cave to pray, while those without faith temporarily found their own faith and prayed for it unswervingly for the rest of their lives.

When the rain stopped and the sky cleared, the survivors walked onto the beach full of jumping fish, and suddenly found that their 10,000-ton fully loaded stranded freighter, which had thrown away all hinges and anchors, had drifted to the end of the sea level. The storm came and went quickly, only half an hour in total, but this half an hour brought a lifetime of psychological trauma to the old man, and also made the young man who was once fearless and intended to conquer the sea begin to respect nature and gods.

The old man had the opportunity to communicate with the captain later. The captain who warned everyone in advance said that this was called "dragon soldiers passing by". Legend has it that there are dragons cruising under the sea, and dragons will bring disasters and storms. All fish will hide in fear, and there will be no grass along the way. This is why there are few people in the world who have seen real dragons, because real dragons are always accompanied by terrible disasters that mortals cannot pass through.

It's a very interesting legend. I asked the old man about the route back then, but unfortunately, the old man had forgotten it and claimed that the Garden of Eden is homeless. If you want to find it, you must be pious, and it will naturally find you. Although I don't understand the truth in this sentence, I still wrote it down for the time being. 】

The notebook then broke away from the random essays and turned into a large collection of rigorous documentary folk rumors. Probably every article uploaded to "Horror" or "Story Club" can get a lot of royalties.

Anna flipped through these notes quickly. She read many stories back and forth dozens of times. Some are stories full of legendary atmosphere, and some are more like horror stories made up to scare people. For example, when the owner of the notebook interviewed a retired sailor, he claimed that Atlantis was the entrance to hell and there were only ghosts of the past on the island.

Anna flipped through the notebook, and the stories recorded on it were chaotic, like some kind of sea version of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio:

[Today I found a retired seaman. I heard that he had encountered a very supernatural event at sea. He didn't want to tell me, but I still got his story after I asked him.

He said that he was once an old sailor on the ship, responsible for steering the ship. What left him with a psychological trauma was a night trip. They encountered a storm. He and the first mate were monitoring the radar. The captain inexplicably asked him to turn the rudder to the left quickly through the pager, but he and the first mate observed that there was nothing in front of the radar. Why did they ask them to steer? And there were no ships around, so where did the obstacles come from?

But the command in the pager was very urgent, and it kept roaring: Turn the rudder to the left quickly.

The first mate chose to go and confirm the situation in person, so he climbed up to the top deck in the storm. After just one look, he began to shout like crazy to the man on the pager, "Turn the rudder to the left, turn ...

He was a little confused, but he still turned the rudder to the left as ordered by the first mate and the captain. Twenty minutes later, the ship sailed out of the storm. The first mate came back, all wet, and sat down with a gloomy face. He opened a bottle of wine and drank it. He was a little surprised and asked if the captain would curse him for doing this? The first mate said no, because the captain was doing the same thing now.

He asked the first mate who came back what was going on before. There was nothing on the radar, so why did he ask him to turn left? Their route was almost a right-angle arc on the nautical chart, and they almost flipped the ship over.

In response to his question, the first mate only said one word, "island."

Under his questioning, he learned that the first mate and the captain had observed an island with their naked eyes in a place that the radar could not detect. It was a black island on the sea with lightning and thunder. No one knew how it appeared here. They had taken this route hundreds of times and had never seen this island, but it just appeared like this!

After that, they took this route several times again, but never saw the island again. However, every time they passed that sea area, even though he was an old sailor who could sail with his eyes closed, he would get nervous, because he could never be sure when the pager would roar "full left rudder", otherwise they would really hit the non-existent island head-on. 】