Climb high and look into the distance.

As part of the Atlantic Ocean, the Celtic Sea is windy and rough. As long as the trade wind blows, it is often a storm for several days or even dozens of days.

Just like it is now.

Wind direction southwest west, seven knots, strong winds. Waves of nearly two meters are rare in offshore waters, but here they push the Butterfly Flower up and down one after another, until it can no longer bear it, and the hull of the ship suddenly falls.

Lorraine stood on a high observation deck, holding a monocular and looking at the sky.

He said that he had been watching for fifteen minutes, and he did not move, like a clay sculpture and wood carving.

In the mirror, another world is revealed.

The outer wall of the tung oil is like a porthole, and there are black lines of different lengths on the glass, the highest black line is flush with the sea horizon, and the lowest point is against the contour of the stern.

In this side of the world, the sea is divided into two sagittal white lines by the Butterfly Flower, and at the end of the line is the majestic reindeer.

She undulated on the waves like the butterfly flower, and in the middle of the ups and downs branched out another arrow, parallel to the previous one, grouped together, like a book title that was missing half of it.

This shape of the wave-chasing line means that it is close, it means that the two sides are in a straight line together, and it also means that there is almost no difference in the relative speed of the two sides.

Chasing, not being able to catch up, throwing, not being able to shake off, not going up or down, makes Lorraine feel bored.

"Shhhh I'm not Sophie. Labred, can you afford to be so unforgiving? ”

"I think it's about the same." From under his feet came the indignant stubble of little Pierce.

He was also at the lookout, more precisely, this was his post, and Lorraine was holding his monocular in his hand.

Little Pierce was wrestling his fleshy fingers.

"Brother, you and Lady Labrad have both chosen to be with the romantic Mr. Desai and abandoned the irascible Mr. Desai. Before you forsook him, you all humiliated him. She broke his heart, and you smashed his ship. Except for gender, it's no different at all. ”

"How can I learn so many strange words at such a young age!" Lorraine rolled her eyes in anger, pinched his chubby face as soon as she stretched out her hand, and lifted it over the edge, "See clearly!" I? Crash his ship? ”

Looking down from the observation deck more than 20 meters high, the Butterfly Flower is miserable.

The large hole in the bow of the ship was shocking, and the crack was like a turtle's cobweb, full of traces of smoke and fire.

The stern may be fine from the deck, but from the heights, there is a distinct notch, located behind the left, which spoils the overall rounded shape, like a perfect shortbread that has been bitten by a child who has stolen his mouth, and there are slag and crumbs.

These are not the real problems yet.

In order to let Acharin release that soul-piercing shot, the Butterfly Flower's hull suffered irreparable damage, and the two watertight compartments on the port side were shattered into bulkheads, and with the influx of seawater, it completely lost the value of repair.

Considering the need for the hull to balance at high speeds, Clen had to use a symmetrical way to remove the plug and manually fill the two corresponding watertight compartments on the starboard side.

As a result, nearly 100 tons of seawater suddenly poured into the bilge, pushing down the waterline of the Butterfly Flower by a full 1.5 meters, almost becoming a giant turtle lying on the water.

The good thing about this is that the Butterfly Blossom is as steady as a maned dog in the Celtic Sea waves, and the downside is that even if Lorraine retains all the sails, the Butterfly Flower's peak speed is less than eight knots.

They had to throw away everything they could, including ballast pebbles, sandbags, and expensive spices brought from Spain.

And it just so happened that the Reindeer, which had lost its stern sylon and some of its sailors, could not reach eight knots as well.

The two sides pursued and fled in the same direction at almost equal speeds, and the pursuit lasted for two days and one night, and it has been a full thirty hours so far.

Lorraine was about to be chased mad by Veren......

In order to maintain the right physical strength and reflexes, the sailors on board started their shifts from yesterday night, with six shifts and two shifts.

Seafarers also work shifts.

But Lorraine's demands on flagship seafarers were too high, and they generally wore many hats, and in this case, their lack of numbers came to the fore.

At the helm are Lorraine, Henna, and Acharin, and at the helm are Lorraine, Acharin, and Kron, and at the lookout are Lorraine, Henna, and Pierce......

In addition, Karen also has to take into account the airtightness of the four water filling tanks, and Noya specializes in soothing the hearts of the people on the ship, from morning to night, ushering in the send-off, turning over and over the sentence "Congratulations, winning the lottery", stunned to make her dumb.

And Lorraine takes care of three shifts.

In thirty hours, he had slept for less than two hours, and his young chin was bruised, and his temper was naturally irritable.

Just now, he even had the urge to turn over and go back and fight with Viren to the death. Anyway, the result is doomed, either I die, or you live......

Yes, sanity!

Having had enough of Pierce's little face, Lorraine took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze, climbed the cable and jumped down, landing right in front of Henna's steering wheel.

Henna stuck the steering wheel and looked at him, but did not speak, only stretched out her slender finger and pointed to the railing, which roughly meant something between "go down" and "go to Noah".

Lorraine looked at the sailless sea and scratched her hair irritably: "I don't want to go to the lottery, that would make me feel more like a fool." ”

"You're different." "The Roma are good at many ways to relieve their mood, not just divination. ”

"Really?"

With a skeptical attitude, Lorraine went down to Noah's divination room.

Several sailors are doing divination.

The light of the sky shines through the porthole, illuminating the Destiny Crystal Ball, and the cabin reflects a shimmer of violet violet, which is beautiful and intoxicating.

Noah wore a large floral dress and covered her face with a transparent gold veil.

The dress of the dress had peculiar narrow sleeves, which were tightened at the elbows, pulled up and loosened at the bottom, and between the swaying, the snow-white forearms suddenly appeared.

As always, she did not touch the tarot, with her sleeve sweep, with the yarn sweep, the silver tarot will be like an elf possessed by the mixed open and close, stacked together, and discharged the fan.

Seeing that this dazzling display shocked the sailors, she stretched out her finger and tapped the cards, the first one, turned over the fool.

"Fate has answered you." Her slightly hoarse voice smiled, "Now, if you have doubts, let's draw cards." ”

The result was naturally the signing of the lot, because the people on the ship were now only concerned about the road ahead.

To live or to die......

To be born is to be superior, and the living are fulfilled; Death must be deception, and the dead are wronged.

However, Noah is afraid of life but not afraid of ghosts, since the diviner is dead, what else is there to say?

Lorraine leaned against the hatch and watched the whole process, and when she saw the shining and confident eyes of the sailors, she couldn't help but smile.

Henna is right when she says that the Roma are good at many ways of soothing people. Witchcraft may be the most widely spread of them all, but it is far from the most mysterious.

Hearing Lorraine's chuckle, the white ears lying in the corner meowed and pounced.

Lorraine grabbed its neck in mid-air, mentioned it in front of him, and pouted: "Little one, the fishing ban has been lifted." I saw Clen fishing on the broadside, don't miss your chance. ”

"Meow!"

The white ears disappeared with a thud, and Noah welcomed Lorraine into the cabin with a red face, closed the door, and whispered, "Captain, are you also here for divination?" ”

Lorraine shrugged her shoulders regretfully, sat down in the original position of the white ear, and stroked the smooth sphere of fate.

"The wind was steady, and there was no need to adjust the sails, and Pierce and Henna were disturbed by me, so they ...... Not! ”

Soft fingers touch the scalp.

Noah walked up behind Lorraine at some point, knelt down, held Lorraine's head, and let him lean into his arms.

She pressed Lorraine's scalp with her fingers, gently, softly, as if by magic, hooking out the wisps of thought in her mind, diverging into the void and disappearing again.

Lorraine breathed a sigh of relief: "This is the secret art of the Roma? ”

"This is the care that a Roma woman only shows to her family...... Noah lowered her head and looked at the small pure white woven flower frame on the carpet that happened to circle herself and Lorraine, and said like a mosquito, "Welcome to my caravan, Captain......