Captain: "Then please, can you show us your hand?"

Hoffa smiled: "I'm not a magician."

"Show me your skills." The captain said with an expectant look on his face.

Several sailors nearby also echoed, "Let us open our eyes."

"You won't lose anything by just taking a look."

Hoffa just smiled and lay on the railing, watching the sunset over the ocean in the distance, motionless.

After trying to persuade him to no avail, several sailors probably thought he was just pretending, and their expressions became a little contemptuous. The sailors who didn't want to bring trouble to themselves left him one after another.

After walking only a few steps, a cry of surprise came from behind.

"Huh?"

One of the sailors who was drinking beer suddenly found that the beer in his bottle could not be poured out.

He held up the bottle in confusion and looked at it under the setting sun. He saw that the mouth of the glass wine bottle in his hand was somehow entangled like a rope, and not a drop of wine could flow out.

But just now, the mouth of the wine bottle was still normal.

All the sailors holding beers discovered this problem and started shouting in a fuss.

The gray-haired boy lying on the railing raised an arm.

"It's best not to drink while sailing, do you understand?"

They looked at the young man's back, threw away the bottle of wine in his hands, and pushed him back.

...

...

Finally, the sun sank into the sea and night fell.

The children on the deck were also tired from playing. Under Chloe's greeting, they all went to the cabin below the deck to rest.

The room Mary arranged for Hoffa was quite comfortable. There were green plants planted in heavy brass flower pots, and the tile floor looked like an old marble chessboard. The rolling shutter door was like a gilt iron cage, and the mahogany paneling exuded lemon oil and small

The aroma of cigars.

He sank into an armchair, its fluffy fiber upholstery contrasting soothingly with the soft Belgian rug.

But he was not carried away by the warmth. The ship's destination was not England, and he had to find a way to turn it around.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door. When I opened the door, it turned out to be Chloe.

Her face was filled with excitement and happiness, and she was spinning around happily after entering the door: "I have a good idea, Hoffa."

"What?"

"When we return to England, I want to build a monastery there so that the children can live there."

"Um."

"I think the woman named Mary is quite good." Chloe said, "It's actually much better than I expected. She even accompanied me to distribute food to the children today."

"Um."

"When my monastery is built, Mary can be my deputy."

"Really?" Hoffa smiled.

He did not tell her that Mary's goal was not England at all. In fact, the ship was not going to England at all.

Chloe, "What about you?"

"I?"

"What plans do you have after returning to England?"

After waiting for a long time after asking, Hoffa choked out a word, "Let's talk about it later."

The nun said enthusiastically:

"How about you come over after my monastery is built? I can open a monastery, hire a few priests, and teach you about Christianity step by step..."

"snort......"

Before she finished speaking, Hoffa chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?"

Chloe asked curiously.

"You want to preach to me?"

"Hey, can't you?"

"Did I tell you that my father is actually an Oriental?"

"So what."

"There is a saying in the East that the heaven and the earth are unkind and treat all things as stupid dogs. I don't believe in God, and I don't believe that God cares about human beings, so I won't believe it no matter what you say." Hoffa simply rejected Chloe.

The nun's enthusiastic expression solidified and slowly disappeared. The boy in front of her was like a fireman standing on an iceberg. No matter how she burned, there would always be cold water pouring down on her, leaving her extremely awake and disappointed.

She stood up and said, "I'm going back. It's already very late. You should go to bed early."

"Um."

Chloe closed the door glumly, feeling in a bad mood.

Except for the sound of the engine, the room was silent.

Hoffa sat up from his chair. At this point, Chloe still didn't know where the boat was going. She just thought she had borrowed a boat, but the boat was not heading in the direction of her destination.

How to change the ship's course and head to England became the biggest problem before him.

His purpose is ulterior, and he is not willing to tell others, but he must turn the ship around, no matter what the cost.

After thinking about it, his eyes focused on the chart hanging on the wall.

Now they are in the English Channel. The English Channel is only 560 kilometers long, which is not very wide. It can be said to be very narrow. The narrowest point, the Strait of Dover, is only 34 kilometers wide.

If you can find a relatively suitable position, you can change direction without anyone noticing.

Maybe it only takes two days, or even just one day. Maybe by the time the crew react, the ship is already approaching the British coast.

When the time comes, I will transform into a thunderbird again, take Chloe to the British Isles, send her to London, and hand it over to Fatir, maybe...

Thinking of the excitement, he bit his lower lip, his body trembled slightly, and he punched the palm of his hand.

Having made up his mind, he opened the door without hesitation and sneaked into the captain's cabin under the cover of night.

The room leading to the captain's cabin was actually tightly guarded by two armed thugs. This posed no threat to Hoffa, who was good at sneaking. He bypassed the guards and then climbed to the top of the cabin like a chameleon. He didn't know what was going on.

I consciously adjusted the route to a direction closer to Britain.

However, when he was standing against the wall at the door of the captain's cabin, he heard someone chatting in the captain's cabin.

"Has Mary rested?"

"It's time to rest."

"Where are you sleeping?"

"Bedroom No. 3 below deck, but..."

"But what?"

"But you can't get there."

"Why?"

"Because she lives with that ugly nun."

"Shit, is it real or fake?"

"real,

"Oh shit....."

Hoffa poked his head out slightly and took a clear look at the scene in the room.

Matthew cursed and put his feet up on the instrument panel, holding a wine bottle and a cigarette, puffing away at the smoke. Next to him, sat the captain he had seen during the day.

Matthew: "Let me tell you, the nun is a bit ugly, but she still has a good figure, even with her head covered. Are you interested?"

"Don't mess around, Matthew. The kid next to her is a wizard."

"ha,"

Matthew paused while drinking: "What did you say?"

"I told you not to do anything messy, that gray-haired boy is a wizard!" the captain warned in a low voice.

Matthew's legs that were resting on the cabinet suddenly retracted.

"A wizard again!?"

"Yes, I went to test it during the day, and he was able to block the bottle without anyone noticing."
To be continued...