Chapter 147 Photos and Charcoal

"Click" the camera sounded, Linda lifted the black cloth covering herself and the camera, and gave the photo to Charles who was waiting beside her.

The picture without darkroom processing is a vast expanse of whiteness, nothing to look at.

Charles turned the photo over to the back, took out a ruler and a pen and drew a precise chart on it with the coral island as the anchor point.

There was already a small stack of photographs on the table next to him, each with the same chart drawn on the back.

As long as the people of the Light God Sect can get any one, they can find this island of hope shrouded in sunshine.

These things can be done by others, but compared to other hands, he believes in himself more.

"Captain, the negatives are almost used up." Linda said calmly.

"Wait." Charles took out the sunglasses next to him, removed the lenses of the two sunglasses, and stacked them crosswise on the lens.

"Shoot at the gap on the top and use up all the remaining negatives for me."

Charles didn't believe it anymore. With such solid evidence in front of them, those Illuminati believers could still pretend to be stupid.

This is the way Charles thought of, using conclusive evidence to tell those believers of the Illuminati religion that the place of light they have longed for is here, and if you want to see their great God of Illuminati, come here quickly.

If there is any organization in Earthsea that is more eager to find the Land of Light than Charles, it must be the Sect of Light, which worships the sun as a god.

The power of the Light God Sect in Earth Sea is astonishing, as long as they come here.

Not to mention the plane, as long as you can return to the Land of Light, even if you use the power of the whole earth and sea to build a tower to reach the sky, it is no problem at all.

That's a lot faster than Charles doing it alone.

And as long as the Illuminati believers arrive here, the threat of pirates in Sodom will naturally be resolved. In the case of mutual numbers, pirates can't beat fanatics. What's more, there are many more followers of the Light God Sect in Earth Sea than the pirates of Sodom.

After quickly drawing the nautical chart on the photos, Charles carefully stacked the photos and handed them to the waiting captain with a gloomy expression.

"Munzi, take these, I don't know how you send them over, these things are related to the lives of all of us. Tell your father to give these photos to the lunatics in the Cathedral of Light, and tell them, but De here, he has found the fabled place of light. These photos are the proof."

The captain named Monzi took those photos carefully. But he didn't turn around and leave, but raised his head and said to Charles: "300 nautical miles is far away, and I don't have enough fuel on board to get there. If thirteen ships put together the remaining fuel, I should be able to get there. "

"You can't go on a single ship. Your ship must be escorted, and you must be sure that nothing will go wrong."

"What if there is no fuel?"

Charles looked directly at the lush trees in the sun in the distance. "Why not? Isn't it full of fuel over there."

Monzi met Linda's eyes, "But now, except for you, we can't get through that place at all."

"There are many ways to block the sun. How can a living person be suffocated by urine? Is there a good way, or a stupid way?"

Soon, all the canoes used to land on the island on the thirteen exploration ships were put down and rowed towards the shore.

When they approached the edge of the sun, all the crew turned the canoe over, turned the bottom of the boat up, carried the canoe to the shore, and land submarines with long feet appeared on the bright sand.

When they came to the shore, Charles had already built a simple grass shed.

Most of the boatmen on the ship repaired the ship easily, let alone building a pavilion to block the sun.

Using the wood, palm leaves, and banana leaves transported by Charles, the hayhouse where the crew can move is getting bigger and bigger.

Soon, a large shadow area covered by leaves appeared on the ground of Hope Island, and it expanded rapidly.

After the construction of the activity area was completed, the crew began to work, using the "land submarine", and quickly cut down the hard trees after they were cut down.

It is too inefficient to simply pull wet wood onto the ship as fuel. Before the wood can be transported on board, it must be turned into charcoal.

Turning wood into charcoal is a very simple matter. First, a pit is dug on the ground, the cut wood is lined up, and some hay is placed on it.

After stacking one layer of wood and one layer of grass, the top was sealed with wet mud, and the dry grass inside was ignited at the lower opening, and white smoke came out continuously from the upper vent.

In this case of insufficient combustion, the wood is rapidly carbonized, turning it into a good fuel.

Under the thatched shed, large and small carbon kilns were set on fire, and within a day or two, the beautiful woods on the island were devastated by Charles, and the beautiful and peaceful woods were all turned into bare wooden piles.

Of course, environmental protection is not within the scope of Charles' consideration. He only wants to make more fuel now.

On the third day, the first batch of charcoal in the kiln was completely cold, and Charles grabbed the completely carbonized wood from the hardened mud.

After breaking it hard, it was found that the inside of the charcoal was completely burnt, and the texture was clear and the color was bright.

Even if Charles didn't know much about it, he could tell that the carbon was good.

"Throw it into the turbo and burn it." Charles handed the charcoal to James beside him.

The big man nodded, put the charcoal in a bag, turned around and walked towards the shore.

At this time, the grass shed has been extended to the sea, and it is possible to walk directly from the island back into the darkness.

Charles continued to check other carbon kilns, and when he was checking the third carbon kiln, he saw a guy in the distance rushing out of the grass shed to pick up something in the bushes, and then ran back quickly.

It was his bosun, and Charles came up and slapped him on the back of the head. "What are you doing! Don't die?"

Only then did Charles see a rusty machine in his hand, its structure looked like something left by the Foundation.

Dipper smiled nonchalantly. "Captain, it's all right. Everyone and I have tried it out these days. If you stay under the light for a while, you won't die."

Charles always felt that his bosun had no brain at all. There was nothing to try in this kind of thing, as long as he made a mistake, he would be completely dead.

After repeatedly warning him not to do this, Charles walked towards the left side of the hayloft. Twelve captains were walking towards this side, as if they were looking for something to do with him.

The first to speak is always the enthusiastic Feuerbach. "Captain Charles, my men have seen fresh water over there."

"So what?" The trees are growing so well, of course there is fresh water, not to mention that the Foundation still has ruins here.

The faces of the other captains showed eager expressions. "Can we discuss the occupation of the island?"