Chapter 817 (1/2)
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The great black tailed pheasant is a 500 ton fishing boat in Halifax. It has been more than ten years old. It can catch ocean fishing, mainly lobster and cod.
The ship did not catch up with the good time. After its completion, Newfoundland's fishing ground was almost closed. It could only go to the deep sea of the Atlantic Ocean or even detour to the deep sea of the Pacific Ocean to catch fish and shrimp. It often costs a lot but has no harvest.
Two years ago, Captain Ronald learned from the bitter experience and decided not to venture into the deep sea and stay offshore to concentrate on lobster fishing. As a result, unfortunately, they encountered a major outbreak of lobster bacteria this year, and the lobster industry in the whole offshore area collapsed!
Ronald was already desperate. As a result, it was said that there was a private fishing ground on the farewell island. The owner of the fishing ground was a stupid Oriental with a lot of money. After buying a fishing ground, he threw his life into it to raise fish and shrimp. After two years of breeding, the fishing ground has been very rich in fish.
After hearing the news, Ronald had another thought: stealing fish.
In fact, those who eat at sea have never done anything to steal fish from private fishing grounds? So Ronald was excited when he learned that there was such a fishing ground.
He doesn't worry that he can't steal the fish. He just worries that the news is false. If he goes there in vain and can't catch enough fish to offset the oil cost and crew salary, he will be miserable. He doesn't want to lose any more money.
Later, he asked someone to inquire. The news was very reliable and came from the Murray family, which is very important in the whole North American seafood market.
In this way, Ronald began to prepare to steal fish. He has been paying attention to the news of saying goodbye to the island fishing ground. He has heard that many people have gone to the fishing ground to steal fish. It just seems that the monitoring of the fishing ground is very strict and no one can take advantage of it.
Ronald doesn't care. He thinks these people didn't steal the catch. It's bad luck and lack of ability. Based on his experience of walking on the sea for more than 30 years, it's absolutely appropriate to steal fish at midnight and withdraw in the early morning.
With this in mind, he summoned his fishermen and set out quietly from Halifax, just in the evening near the fishing ground.
Ronald won't do it directly. That would give people a chance to catch him. He decided to stop the boat at the edge of the fishing ground for a day. This is called throwing stones and asking directions to see the reaction of the owner of the fishing ground.
If the owner of the fishing ground comes to drive away the next day, he can only search for fish at the edge. If no one takes care of it, it's time to really work the next night.
After dinner, Ronald asked chief officer Brian to take a fisherman on the night shift, and the others went to bed.
But in the middle of the night, when Ronald got up and peed at night, he just stood on the deck and took out the guy, but suddenly heard a burst of singing
Yes, a burst of singing was blown by the sea wind and passed into his ears. The voice was sad and pathetic. It was a young woman singing in a low voice, with occasional sighs.
At first, Ronald thought it was his auditory hallucination, which is very common. Sea life is boring. People's brain will automatically look for some music. Sometimes when they hear the sea breeze, they imagine what music it is. Of course, if you listen carefully, you will find that this is auditory hallucination. The sea breeze is just the sea breeze, not country music or symphony.
But this time Ronald listened carefully, but the singing became clear. The more he listened carefully, the clearer the sound was