Chapter 3: 3. Residual Map

Tonk raised his eyebrows. This was an unexpected gain. He didn't think much about it, and rushed to the sinking site with the sailors. But when he got to the place, he was discouraged. It turned out to be a small boat, so small that it could only take a few people.

There was a skeleton lying in the boat. It seemed to have been dead for a long time. The twisted skeleton looked at Tonk and the others with dark eyes.

If it was a corpse, Tonk would be afraid of corpse poison or something, but he was not afraid of skeletons at all, probably because he killed too many skeletons in the past when he was playing games.

The rain was pouring down, making the boat wet, some rainwater accumulated on the bottom of the boat, and the bones were soaked in the water.

Tonk took the lead and jumped into the boat, rummaging through the clothes of the skeleton. After searching for a while, he found a rusted compass and then a rotten sailing diary.

The compass was crushed by Tonk, stained with rust on his hand. The voyage diary could no longer be opened, and the pages were glued together. He set the target on the skeleton again, and when he encountered something in the skeleton's close-fitting pocket, he pulled it out and took a closer look in front of him.

It turned out to be half a sheepskin map, which gave people a special sense of history, but unfortunately it was a residual map. The picture above is a sea area, and the delicate black lines are still very clear. But if it's a map, it's still a bit weird.

There are several rows of written records on it, but Tonk couldn't understand it. After he traveled here, he learned a language out of thin air, and he could also write words, but it was different from the one on this map.

Below the text is the pattern, with a lot of oblique lines surrounding a place, obviously pointing. There is a snake-shaped pattern in the middle, which is a cobra, but the body of the snake is partially mutilated. There is also a boat drawn in the lower left corner, which is a medium-sized sailboat, which is much more stylish than Tonk's boat.

Is it a treasure map?

Tonk was tempted. He saw that the sailors were all around, so he put away the treasure map as if nothing had happened, and prepared to study it later when he had time.

This skeleton has already been scavenged by Tonk. There are still water jugs on the boat, but they have been broken. It seems that the deceased died at sea.

Since the boat was still in good condition, Tonk asked the sailors to carry the boat away and put it on the big boat as a lifeboat.

Before leaving, a sailor said in frustration, "If we leave him alone like this, we will be cursed. This is a blasphemy to the dead!"

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Tonk glanced at the sailor and said, "Then you can stay with him. You can listen to him tell you the story of the little duck at night."

The sailor was stunned for a while, looked back at the skeleton lying on the beach, read Poseidon's blessing in his mouth, and hurried up to follow the crowd.

Tonk and the others put the harvest on the boat in the rain. These coconuts and potatoes are enough for them to eat for more than half a month, which is quite inspiring.

It was a shame that Tonk couldn't find the chart on the skeleton, and the treasure map was incomplete. Many routes were broken in the middle. If the other half was not found, it would be basically scrapped.

They left the island the next day, and the small sailboat swayed back to the embrace of the sea, riding the waves under the dual action of wind and manpower. After a night of sleep, Tonk also became refreshed. He walked out of the captain's room with a shaggy beard. The sky was clear. Looking around, the sea and the sky were the same color, and his mind became wider.

After a rain yesterday, they collected a large bucket of rainwater. Although they have a bunch of coconuts, the fresh water can last longer, and it is still should be take a lot of stockpiles when they don't know when they will be able to land.

Rainwater and running water are both drinkable directly, and it's even better if they are boiled.

Because he was lucky enough to come across that small island, Tonk did not live on a hungry stomach. He could eat seventy percent every day, and the baked potatoes were still very good.

In a flash, many days have passed.

"The deck is too wet, come and wipe it. Are you all blind?" Tonk patrolled boredly, and when he saw the lazy sailor, he stepped up and kicked.

The sailors didn't have any resistance, and some sailors really liked to be lazy. If they were kicked out of a deep sleep, they would ridicule at the serious Tonk a few times before getting up and running to work.

"Ding! The data integration is complete, and the basic functions are available. Please check it out."

Suddenly, a system sound came from Tonk's mind, and it was a female voice. He was shocked. This was what he had been looking forward to for many days. He did not hesitate to call up the interface in his mind and found that it was no longer gray.

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