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On the sea, the turquoise waves hit the moving ship layer after layer, as if they had to destroy the ship, very stubborn.

Suddenly, the sun's rays in the sky became dimmer and dimmer, the original burning sensation gradually disappeared, and dark clouds suddenly began to entrench, making people feel irritated.

"My God, there was a sunny day just so that I could dry my poor, moldy quilt, and all of a sudden there were dark clouds! O Lord Almighty! Have pity on Duck! ”

On the deck of a dilapidated ship, which seemed to have been repaired in many places, a man with a musty smell and a scar on his face craned his neck and wailed incessantly to the sky, his voice so miserable that it was chilling.

On the side, the others who were lying on the deck basking in the sun also sat up one by one, cursing at the sky, looking extremely angry.

"It's been a whole week, and after leaving Moscow for a week, we haven't had a single good weather, and our clothes are moldy!" A relatively handsome sailor pulled his clothes from time to time, and his voice was particularly loud.

Of course, his handsomeness is only relatively speaking, compared with those sailors who are either crooked melons and cracked dates, or have broken arms and short legs, he is already a relatively good handsome and beautiful man.

Of course, this kind of handsomeness is also troublesome, although it can bring him a lot of peach blossom luck, and he is more likely to be surrounded by those tavern warblers, but in the vast sea, he is also the most harassed.

"Your Excellency, we are fortunate to have a large amount of wine in stock, otherwise we would have suffered!"

The first mate on the side walked to Richard with a solemn look. Chandler's side, looking at the group of shouting sailors, sighed softly.

At this time, at sea, the stored water was very perishable, smelled bad, and gave birth to many tiny insects, disgusting to death.

At this time, the wine is easy to preserve, so it has become a necessary water resource for long-distance ships.

And, since rum had not yet been invented, it came from England, and it became a necessity for the great demands of navigators, thus bringing a great deal of wealth to the Tudor royal family.

Therefore, it is inevitable that there will be many sailors and drunkards.

Of course, they came to Muscovy, also known as a country of drunkards, and before leaving, they were presented with a large amount of wine by Ivan IV.

Seeing the solemn look on the captain's face, the first mate was a little strange, he cautiously looked into the captain's eyes, and then followed Chandler's gaze to look directly at the cloudy sky, and the doubts in his heart became even stronger.

"Your Excellency, is there any problem?" The first mate really couldn't resist the doubts in his heart, and asked softly.

"Something is wrong, something is so wrong!" Chandler looked motionlessly at the sky in front of him, it was pitch black, and layers of dark clouds began to stack, and the height of the whole sky was much lower, as if the sky was within reach.

"Your Excellency, it's going to rain in the sea, and it's a heavy rain!"

The first mate has turned a blind eye to this kind of weather, shrugged his shoulders, and said indifferently: "On the sea, it is often encountered, and in such weather, a heavy rain is inevitable!" ”

"Hey! Guys, clean up, it looks like it's about to rain, come back quickly, if you get sick in the rain, you can only throw yourself into the sea! ”

The first mate opened his throat and yelled.

As soon as the first mate's voice fell, the sailors naturally got up cleanly, packed up their clothes to dry, and ran back to the cabin.

No one doubts the truth of the first mate's words.

At sea, there is no doctor on board, and if you are sick, you will rely on resistance, you can't bear it, you will be isolated, and if it is serious, you will be thrown to an island, and you will be given enough water and food for three days, so that you will fend for yourself.

Illness is the last thing sailors want to face.

The sailors hurried back to the cabin, and one by one they followed Chandler, watching ahead with him.

Ahead, the black-gray lead cloud was getting thicker and thicker, and it was daytime, but the sky was getting darker and darker, and it seemed to be getting dark.

The low air pressure oppressed everyone on the boat, causing everyone to panic and feel depressed, inexplicably feeling depressed and irritable, the mood became more and more irritable, and a sense of grievance accumulated in the heart.

"Do you feel uncomfortable in your heart, as if you are being pressed by a boulder!"

Chandler turned his head, looked at the crowd, and asked.

After receiving an affirmative reply, his ears moved, and he seemed to hear the voice of a petrel.

With a sweep of his eyes, a large number of petrels fled into the distance one after another, like black lightning, and the sound was unbearable sharp, as if they were about to burst through the eardrums.

"Quick, all go and get ready, put down the mast, the canvas, it's a big storm at sea!"

Finally, Chandler recalled, it was the great storm that the old sailors often boasted about, the great storm that destroyed nine out of ten ships.

At this point, not only the first mate, but also all the sailors' expressions froze, and the horror and fear in their eyes froze.

A storm at sea is an incomparable catastrophe, and the last thing ships at sea want to encounter.

This means that those who can survive the storm are basically God's favorites, which is extremely rare.

At this time, everyone began to do their best to exert their strength for this ship, and they took up their duties, and they were busy with serious and anxious work.

"Don't be a big storm, don't be a big storm, don't be ......"

In the hearts of the people, there was a constant prayer for the ethereal, nowhere figure of God.

As time passed, the anxiety of the crowd became a reality.

Lightning fell in the clouds, and the roar was endless.

Immediately after, the raindrops the size of beans began to pour down, knocking on the deck of the ship and the hearts of everyone on board.

Eventually, the gale began to arrive as promised, and after cautiously testing the dead ship, and seeing that it had no power to fight back, the gale carried heavy raindrops, and the movement became heavier and stronger, and the whole ship shook more and more severely.

The people in the cabin immediately became unsteady, and one by one they held on to what they could rely on, and held on tightly.

In the captain's cabin, located at the top of the cabin, Chandler was holding a telescope, carefully observing the dark clouds, lightning and thunder sky ahead, his face solemn and silent.

Observing, quietly observing.

In Chandler's view, the big storm in front of him is also a person, and there are times when they slack off, and at that time, it is their chance to survive.

The ship shook more and more violently, and even the sides of the ship began to enter the water, and the sailors hurried to repair it.

The moment when the sailors were like ashes.

At this time, Chandler suddenly felt that the storm was a little smaller.

"Good opportunity—"