"Bang bang bang...... Eight generations of poor! Are you in there! We're in trouble! The voice of the first mate outside the door became impatient, Chen Badai supported himself and opened the door: "Chen! Old! Chen, you're only poor for eight generations! ”

“OH！ It doesn't matter! The first mate shrugged his shoulders and handed Chen Badai a piece of information, "The weather forecast says that the storm is coming......

"Storm?" Chen Badai remembers that there was also a storm in his dreams.

"Yes, from the west, and at most tomorrow it will become the center of the storm." The first mate said, "Get ready for vomiting,"

"Storm, West...... Storm...... Xi Mian ...... "Chen Badai didn't listen to what the first mate was saying at all, he muttered.

If you are not mistaken, the storm encountered by the Poseidon also came from the west, and the warm air flow of the ocean and the cold air flow of the continent met in summer, and under the influence of the ocean current, the storm would hover over the sea, sometimes ending quickly, sometimes affecting the week.

"How long will this storm be?" Chen Badai asked suddenly.

"Who knows, poor, the storm has just been generated, and it won't know how long it will live until it grows up......"

"Could it be a double storm?" Chen Badai asked again.

The first mate shrugged his shoulders as an answer, and let Chen Badai find the answer himself.

The storm arrived at noon the next day, and although the Virgen was only a small boat of several hundred tons, its steel hull and low profile made it more resistant to wind and waves than the sailing boats of hundreds of years ago.

For safety, the captain asked the helmsman to turn the bow of the ship, face west, and fight the waves at full speed, the probe ship tossed up and down against the wind on the waves, and for safety, all personnel were not exposed to the deck, and they were all in the cabin until the storm was over.

Dick...... The Poseidon is not ...... in the Faroe Islands," Chen Badai carefully studied all the information of the Poseidon again in the rocking cabin.

“HAT？ …… FUCK！ Dick couldn't help but curse.

It was Chen Badai who said that the Poseidon was in the Faroe Islands, and now he says that he is not there, so where did this damn Poseidon sink?

"Devil's Passage...... Once in the North Atlantic, there was a Devil's Passage ......," Chen Badai explained, "and the Poseidon was blown to the Devil's Passage by the west wind......"

"Where is that?" Dick only wanted results and didn't want to hear any explanations.

"Faroe Islands North ......"

"Are you sure it's going to be there?" Dick asked, skeptically.

"Yes!" Chen Badai said, "The Poseidon is there......"

"I just need to find it, and I don't care how you find it! Chen Badai, you'd better figure out now, you're spending my money every second! Dick felt that Chen Badai should be put a little pressure.

Chen Badai didn't answer, he hung up the phone, and re-superimposed the ancient chart on the modern chart.

Compared with modern navigation technology in ancient times, it can be described as outrageous, they do not have accurate chart routes, let alone GPS positioning, in the vast sea only rely on the navigation compass to demarcate the direction, and even use the constellation to orient, and their exact position, in fact, most of them rely on speed calculations and guesses, if not see the land, Chen Badai believes that even the most experienced captain can not accurately say his position at sea.

Under such rudimentary positioning and navigation technology, it is accurate for a sailboat to deviate from the predetermined location for tens of nautical miles, and it is normal for a sailboat to deviate from hundreds of nautical miles, and the captain from the Mediterranean, after he broke into the North Atlantic, there is a wider ocean, less land and a harsher climate, so it is not impossible for the Poseidon to get lost.

Chen Badai felt that the captain of the Poseidon only expected that he had crossed the Faroe Islands, but he did not see the land of the Faroe Islands at all, riding the trade winds to the north, and estimated that he was sailing to the northeast, according to this direction, he could always see the European continent, if he was lucky, he could sail to the coast of Norway, and then use the coastline as a sign to navigate, until he found a port where he could call.

But the captain from the Mediterranean was on the wrong course, and for some reason everyone thought that the Poseidon was sailing in the North Sea, when in fact it had broken into the North Atlantic......

But why is there a record of several changes in course in the logbook? Chen Badai checked the information provided by Dick again, and saw the word "vega" in an inconspicuous sentence.

"Vega?" Chen Badai had this word echoing in his mind.

Chen Badai made his way through the rickety corridor and climbed into the wheelhouse of the bridge, where the captain had to direct the helmsman in the event of a storm.

"Where are we now?" Chen Badai asked.

Captain Stanley turned on the navigator, and the screen showed the location of the probe ship.

"If we turn off the engine and carry the boat away by the wind and currents, how far can we go in one night?" Chen Badai asked again.

"Turn off the engine and drift down? In such stormy weather?! Eight generations of poor! Are you crazy! Captain Stanley exclaimed.

"700 years ago, the Poseidon was drifting downwind! They wanted to go to the Faroe Islands, but they couldn't get there! Chen Badai said loudly to the captain in the storm.

"If we turn off the engine, we won't be able to get there!" Captain Stanley shouted.

"Nope! We don't go to the Faroe Islands, we go to the Devil's Passage, he's north of the Faroe Islands! The Poseidon had drifted there with a smooth sail......" Chen Badai exclaimed.

"Devil's Passage?! Poor eight generations, are you really crazy?! ”

The Devil's Passage is the reef area in the north of the Faroe Islands, hundreds of years ago when there was no navigation marking, some sailing ships in order to position, will venture through the Devil's Channel, directly south to the Faroe Islands, this reef is exposed in some places a few meters above the sea surface, but most of them are 1 to 3 meters below the sea surface, because of the existence of reefs, the ocean currents will form turbulence here, here the perennial wind and waves are urgent, the reef is hidden in the wind and waves, it is impossible to observe, it is the place where the captain is afraid to avoid.

"Turn off the engine and drift with the west wind! I believe it's a double storm, and in three days' time, the wind will blow us down the Devil's Passage......" Chen Badai shouted.

Stanley looked at the fanatical Chen Badai, stared at him for ten minutes, and asked slowly, "Are you sure you can find the Poseidon this way?" ”

"Think about it, the treasure of the Knights Templar, it's enough to make you famous!" Chen Badai shouted, "We just need to follow the course of the Poseidon!" That's all! ”

"Turn off the engine!" Stanley finally gave the order.

“HAT？！” The driver's eyes widened.

"Turn off the engine!" Stanley said again.

"Madman......" muttered the pilot, cutting off the engine fuel, and the Virgen smirked against the storm as it fell silent and let the storm ravage......

"At 3:47 a.m., the team leader Chen Badai ordered the engine to be turned off......" Captain Stanley recorded this passage in the logbook, thought about it and added: "But the wonderful thing is that I think he is right......"