“Hey! You bastard, what do you think you're doing?”

Just as that small fry was about to reach the barrel, a voice suddenly rang out, halting him in his tracks.

“Those three barrels are reserved for the captain, are you trying to die?”

Although the speaker was outside Jue-ge’s field of vision, judging from his booming voice and tone, he should be a pirate of higher rank than the small fry.

“Uh… Hehe…” The small fry pirate was slightly stunned upon hearing this, then laughed and said, “S-sorry… I was drunk.”

“Go, go, go… Get lost…” The man didn't want to waste words with such a lackey, and simply chased him away with an impatient tone.

Seeing the small fry turn and leave, Feng Bujue breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, before he could even catch his breath, a new situation arose…

“Mr. Woge!” Accompanied by a series of hurried footsteps, another sailor in a short jacket appeared in Jue-ge’s sight, shouting as he walked, “Has anyone seen Mr. Woge?”

“I'm here, you idiot.” Clearly, the person who had just chased away the drunkard was the “Mr. Woge” that the sailor was looking for, and he immediately shouted back, “What do you want?”

“Oh! You're there… I didn't see you just now.” The short-jacketed sailor turned his head and quickly replied, “The… the captain asked me to give you a message.”

“What did the captain say?” Mr. Woge was very impolite, but when he said the word "captain," his tone carried a hint of respect.

“The captain said that the third storage room has been cleared out, and he asks you to send a few people to move those three barrels of ‘Kuye Wine’ in as soon as possible,” the short-jacketed sailor replied.

“I understand, I'll take care of it right away, go report back,” Woge responded.

“Yes.” The short-jacketed sailor didn't say much more, acknowledged the order, and left.

A few seconds later, Feng Bujue heard a "thump," as if something heavy had fallen onto the floor from a height.

In an instant, Jue-ge deduced that this was the sound of Woge jumping down from somewhere.

“Hey, you, you, and… you two, come lend a hand.” After Woge steadied himself, he shouted these words.

Then, the sound of several people's footsteps echoed around.

At this moment, Feng Bujue realized… outside his limited field of vision, there seemed to be quite a few people; but what they were doing specifically… was hard to guess, because the sound of the waves and wind and rain outside the ship was too loud, making it difficult for Jue-ge to distinguish anything other than the sounds closest to him.

“Why don't we just roll the barrels over and push them?” After a few seconds, an unfamiliar voice said not far away.

“Bullshit!” Then, Woge's cursing voice, “Do you even know what ‘Kuye Wine’ is? Do you think it's the trash you usually drink?”

“Uh…” The other person was momentarily speechless, unable to respond.

“Listen up, all of you.” Although Woge's language was crude, he was still a reasonable person, and he would explain the reason for his scolding, “Kuye Wine is stored in solid form, like a paste; when you want to drink it, you have to take a few spoonfuls, put them in a sealed pot or cup, and shake it vigorously a dozen times, then the paste will turn into liquid; therefore, when storing and transporting Kuye Wine, you must pay attention to two things… first, you must avoid putting it in completely sealed containers… you all see, there are holes in these barrels, those are for ventilation; and second… you can't… roll! the! container! around!”

When he spoke the last few words, Woge was practically roaring.

As for the pirates he had called over… due to their limited intelligence and knowledge, they didn't fully understand what he was saying; however, as ordinary sailors, they only needed to follow Woge's instructions, and it didn't matter whether they understood or not.

Thus, the four pirates quickly divided the work, two of them carefully lifting two of the three barrels. Mr. Woge, on the other hand… single-handedly hoisted the barrel Jue-ge was in onto his shoulder.

And so, led by Woge, the five pirates carried three barrels and quickly headed toward the "Third Storage Room."

“Hmm… I can't see much in this state…” Along the way, Feng Bujue, huddled in the barrel, didn't feel much discomfort, but… the small hole in front of him was facing straight up during the transport, so all he saw was the ceiling of the cabin, and he didn't see the environment around him at all.

Of course, even if he could only see the ceiling, Feng Bujue could still remember the route he had taken…

As mentioned many times before, Jue-ge's memory and wayfinding abilities were trained, he could find his way back even blindfolded, let alone when he could still see the ceiling.

…………

After seven or eight minutes, Jue-ge was taken to a crowded room filled with things.

The pirates were quick and efficient, and quickly used rope nets to securely fasten the three barrels to the wall.

Then, they left with Woge.

The moment the door was closed, the space plunged into darkness.

Darkness obscures vision, and when one sense is restricted, the other senses naturally become more acute.

The sound of the waves, which had been ignored, gradually became clearer in the darkness.

Although the opening CG showed that the wind and waves outside the ship were strong, the shaking sensation inside the cabin was much smaller than expected.

“I say…” After a minute or so of silence, Feng Bujue spoke, “You two… should be able to hear me, right?”

Without a doubt, each of the three barrels contained a player, and they were all in the same situation.

“Ah…” The next second, a familiar voice sounded from Feng Bujue's left, “I can hear you.”

Although the two layers of wooden planks made the voice a bit muffled, Jue-ge had already seen the team information in the game menu, so he immediately recognized that the person who answered was [Honghu].

“Hehe… Mr. Crow, we really are destined.” After two seconds, another voice came from Jue-ge's right, “I didn't expect to meet you here.”

This person's voice and tone were somewhat arrogant, but… it didn't give people that annoying feeling of being "overbearing."

From what he said, it could be heard that he knew Feng Bujue; in fact, he was probably one of the people Jue-ge least wanted to meet in the game…

If, when Feng Bujue saw the name [Honghu] in the team column, he thought, "Damn, it's you again."

Then, when Jue-ge saw the name [Snow], only two words popped into his mind—“F*ck me.”