Dense fog ......

The milky white fog was boundless, and visibility was less than five meters. For a 30-meter-long and 8-meter-wide ship, this distance is almost none.

Lorraine felt like she had gotten into the clouds, and there was nothing but fog in front of her.

Where are they? How far to travel? Where is it heading?

The precise sense of direction and distance of the past is gone, and even the sense of smell is about to be lost under the faint, vague smell of sulfur.

The only thing Lorraine could rely on was the compass, which was telling him that they were in the south.

Entering the fog area, the ship involuntarily begins to move southward, and the turbulent currents are stubborn and stubborn, and if it does not follow its rudder, it can overturn the whole ship.

The wind here is also weird......

The Butterfly Flower is obviously on the edge of the trade wind belt, but the wind here seems scattered and fluctuating.

Brigentin's overly strong ability to catch the wind turned out to be a defect, and the hull swayed from side to side, and he was restless for a moment.

No, Lorraine could only lower all the sails.

Crosssail, sylvester, windcatcher, bow skew, only one of the four bow skews remains, connected to the control sail, and Karen himself takes charge of the sail and manually catches the wind.

The Butterfly Flower is almost all that remains of the ocean currents.

But even so, Lorraine still thought the ship was too fast, and he decided to take the risk and asked the leaky tank to suspend the drainage.

He asked the sailors to put red and blue lines on the murals of the cabin, maintain the water filling of nearly half of the cabin, and drain the water from the blue line, and never allow the water level to reach the red line.

In this way, the Butterfly Flower can inject 140-160 tons of seawater alone, and you can easily touch the seawater when you reach out of the gun door.

The danger of the sinking ship was self-evident, and the sailors began to pray to God.

Lorraine has no faith to pray for......

The faith of his previous life was not yet born in this life, and the faith of this life is under the sea, and every sailor is always welcome to drown in the hospitable Nuotong.

At this time, he is not crazy to talk to Niold.

Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement.

Perhaps because people are extra active in their brains when they help themselves, Lorraine suddenly thought of a good idea......

He said he did it, and asked the sailors to tie the Yacharin, who was familiar with the sea and good at steering, to the tip of the bow mast to improvise a human-flesh bow statue.

Acharin shuddered, and reluctantly made the eyes and mouth of the Butterfly Flower, and the twenty sailors lined up in a long line, from bow to stern, and became the link between him, Clen, and Lorraine.

It was only then that the fear of walking by the oil pot and slipping on the millstone gradually dissipated from the hearts of the sailors.

It was only a matter of time before they got out of the fog zone, and as long as the compass was not damaged, they would never turn into a ...... wandering the sea

"Ghost ship!" Acharin suddenly let out a terrible scream, "Left full rudder!" Full rudder! ”

Lorraine didn't even think about it, so she hit the steering wheel to the end.

The Butterfly Flower slowly turned sideways, and it didn't turn more than 15 degrees, and in the dense fog, a boat shadow was silently torn out, and it gently hit the bow side of the Butterfly Flower, and slid away with only a slight knock.

The two ships brushed against each other, and the hull of the ship squeezed and rubbed against the hull, making a caco-la-la and screeching sound.

Lorraine suddenly blessed his heart: "Throw the rope!" Broadboard! ”

After saying that, he stuck the steering wheel, picked up the cable on the side of the gunwale, and jumped straight over.

Click!

The half-decayed deck made a series of small cracks, and Lorraine bent down and stretched out his hand, not daring to move, for fear that the excessive movement would directly trample the deck down.

But the sailors still did not act.

Seeing that the two ships were about to come to an end, the light Henna slid down from the lookout and jumped straight to the side with Noah. Pierce and Clen also lost their work, throwing cables, hooks, and hanging onto the planks.

The sailors woke up from a dream, tangled the cables, tied the knots, and finally tied the two ships back together.

Lorraine let out a long sigh of relief, threw the cable in her hand to Henna, and whispered, "Tie the mainmast, don't tie it too tightly......"

After nearly half an hour of busyness, the two boats were finally locked together, and Lorraine tried to move around, the oak planks were still supportive, but they needed to be careful, especially the seams and stubble.

It is a two-masted Caravel ship, about 20 meters long and 6 meters wide, and the Latin sails on the front and rear are the biggest difference between her and other multi-masted ships.

Historically, the Caravel was a great design of the Portuguese, and as the Portuguese maritime boom swept the world, it also faded into obscurity as the small country fell into the second rate.

Since the Galen replaced the Karak as the first choice for large ocean-going ships, it is difficult to see such a flexible, stable but lacking explosive multi-masted ship on the sea.

Like the one at the foot of Lorraine.

The blackened planks, the shattered canvas, the rusty small-caliber guns on the gun deck, and the scattered white, desperate bones all told Lorraine that she was a hundred, if not centuries, of old ships.

Naturally, there were no living creatures on board.

There are no living people, there are no ghosts, and there is only a fine and slight fragmentation of the click-la-la everywhere it passes, which does not stop for a moment, announcing the end of the life of the big ship.

The ship is no longer usable, and her decay is far more than the outside, even the core and keel have not escaped the torture of time.

Lorraine's idea of repairing the ship with local materials came to naught, and she could only continue to explore the coffin.

He first went down to the bottom deck with Henna and Noah, pried open the bottom deck, and saw the dark pebbles of the ballast.

This shows that this ship is not a pirate ship, and pirate ships are accustomed to using gold and silver ballast stolen, and pirates who can use such a large ship hundreds of years ago will definitely have no less gold and silver in their hands.

They went into the aft compartment again and looked at the cabin from the bottom up.

Most of the contents of the cabin were decayed, and they were against the owner who had been reduced to bones, and only a few were still intact

Lorraine found a remarkably well-sealed nautical tetracard, an old astrolabe wrapped in a tarpaulin and flannel, with the names of the makers or users engraved on carved gold-clad bronze pillars.

[Harvey. Baden】

"A Spanish navigator......" said Lorraine, as she went through the cabin, "I think I guessed roughly why they got lost in this small foggy area." ”

"Why?"

Henna didn't pay much attention to this kind of question, and as she asked, she took off the beautiful sailor knife on the wall.

With only a click, she pulled out the handle, leaving the blade in the sheath.

Seeing her depressed appearance, Lorraine couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"It's the navigator's cabin, but there's no compass."

"Where's their compass?"

"Maybe it's damaged, maybe it's lost. In short, they lost their way in the fog and were forced to be trapped in the currents, and until now, they have become ghosts. ”

Henna threw away the rotten knife in her hand: "Why don't they use a quadrangle?" ”

"It's daytime." Lorraine pointed to the top of her head regretfully, "There is no sun in the day, and no stars in the night." The reason why this weft is carefully put away is not because it is valuable, but because of helplessness. ”

"Too ...... to die"

"Captain!" Noah's surprised voice came from next door, abruptly interrupting Henna's words, "Come here!" I found a nautical diary! ”