"Yes, I searched every corner, the dining room, the crew room, the engine, even the cabins and the oil depot...... But he's really not in the cabin,......," the first mate replied helplessly.

"Trouble, I said there will be trouble going to sea this time!" Stanley muttered, and then shouted on the phone: "Keep looking, find a few more people to look for together, every corner of the cabin, and the deck, you have to search, and no inch of the ship is allowed to fall......"

"Alright, I'll gather the men." The first mate could only agree.

"I knew it wasn't going to be easy to make this time...... Poor Yashiro is a big annoying ......," the captain put down the phone and complained to the pilot.

Captain Stanley now regrets that the charter contract signed with Dick reads "until Party B agrees to end the salvage operation or the salvage operation is completed", when Dick found him, he told himself that he had accurate nautical charts, in addition to the daily cost of chartering, the salvaged treasure was also divided into thirty or seventy, he thought that this was just a profitable deal, even if he could not salvage any treasure, he could receive a lot of money, but as Dick's representative, after the team leader Chen Badai got on the ship, Everything seems to be developing in the direction of getting out of control, Chen Badai has been behaving more and more abnormally recently, sometimes absent-minded, sometimes emotional, although the captain reported Chen Badai's emotional instability to Dick several times, but Dick didn't know what the demon was, and he actually listened to Chen Badai!

Captain Stanley was thinking about how to survive the storm and cleverly avoid the unfavorable terms of the contract and ensure that he would not suffer any financial losses, when the phone rang again.

"God, may it be good news." He drew a cross on his chest, took his composure, and took the phone and put it to his ear.

"A dozen of us searched the cabin three times, and there was no sign of him." The first mate's voice came from the phone, full of helplessness.

"Keep looking! Look for it on deck! Stanley yelled into the phone.

“HAT？ Under such a storm? To the deck?! "The first mate thinks the captain is crazy too.

"Go quickly, if the poor eight generations have three long and two short, we won't get a dime!" The captain roared.

“SHIT！ A bunch of maniacs! The first mate muttered, so he had to lead the team and brave the storm to the shaky deck.

Stanley ordered all the spotlights on the ship, but the spotlights were quickly swallowed up by the torrential rain and darkness, and everywhere the spotlights went, they could only be seen pouring rain.

"Come on! Let's be violent! You can't capsize this ship! Yo hoo! That's all you have to do?! What can't you do with me...... Yo hoo! Come on......"

The first mate was on the shaking deck, feeling the stacks of goods, grasping the ropes, and searching every corner of the deck with difficulty in the bleak wind and cold rain, when he suddenly heard the direction of the bow of the ship, there were faint bursts of roars, and if you listened carefully, it was Chen Badai's voice.

The first mate and several crew members touched the bow of the ship along the railing of the ship, and found Chen Badai holding the railing with both hands, holding his head high, facing the direction of the storm, roaring hoarsely......

"There's a madman on our ship!" The first mate was about to collapse, and several crew members took advantage of the small waves to pull Chen Badai back from the bow of the boat, and when he walked back, Chen Badai was still shouting: "The baptism will prove my ability!" Come on! Let's make the storm harder......"

"Captain, poor Yashiro found it and sent it back to his cabin." The first mate was soaking wet, but in the end, the uncle was not injured, and his money was saved.

The captain's heart also relaxed, and then he asked, "Can you let him come to the cockpit for a while?" ”

"It seems that I can't ......" The first mate looked at the wet Chen Badai lying on the cabin bed, and when he returned to the cabin, Chen Badai fell asleep on the bed.

“SHIT！ What is the situation! Stanley scolded, "What about the doctor? What do doctors say? ”

The first mate looked helplessly at the doctor who rushed over, and the doctor muttered in a low voice: "Maybe it's caused by mental pressure...... Well, I'm not sure ...... either."

"The doctor said that the poor eight generations are crazy!" The first mate translated the doctor's words succinctly.

Stanley was so angry that he hung up the phone in his hand!

"Captain, we are less than 10 nautical miles from the Devil's Passage." The driver reminded.

Stanley leaned in front of the navigator, where the light green icon, representing his ship, had strayed from its intended course and was drifting south under the storm and waves, and the dark green reef area representing danger was indeed less than 10 nautical miles from the Virgen.

In just three hours, the Saint Maiden was blown more than ten nautical miles off the course, and at this rate, two hours later, the Saint Maiden entered the reef area.

The waterways of the Devil's Passage are complex, the reef area is difficult to observe on the sea surface, most of the reefs are located below the sea surface to three meters, only a few deep water areas can be navigated, here from ancient times to the present, there are countless shipwrecks, the maximum draft of the Saint Maiden is 2.3 meters, this depth does not guarantee that it will not hit the reef.

"First mate, can you find a way to wake up the poor eight generations!" The captain cursed, and then he found that there was another clause in the contract that made him unable to make a decision alone: "All decisions about the course and speed are the sole responsibility of Party B's representative Chen Badai!" ”

"It seems that he can't ......" the first mate replied very simply, after the first mate sent Chen Badai back to the cabin, he was asked to change into dry clothes, and the doctor on the ship gave him a preliminary examination, physiologically Chen Badai was completely fine, and the preliminary mental judgment was that the pressure was too much to cause some abnormal behaviors, but he was in very good health, and the self-protection mechanism was working perfectly.

The self-protection mechanism of this body is that he needs to rest, and Chen Badai will not wake up at this time, even if the Holy Maiden is torn.

"Damn it!" The captain cursed and put the phone down again.

"What are we going to do? I think we should turn on the engine......" the driver suggested.

"No, wait a little longer......" The captain rejected the pilot's suggestion, the storm had been raging for so long, maybe it would be a little smaller in a while.

While the Virgen was drifting with the tide, Mr. Min also boarded the K87 drilling platform, and shortly after he landed on the platform, the storm arrived as scheduled.

"Not almost, isn't it?" The director of the platform stretched out his hand to shake hands with Mr. Min and his party, and said enthusiastically.

"Thank you for your haven." Mr. Min said modestly.

"You're welcome, it's right to help each other on the ocean." The director made them a gesture of inviting them inside and ushered them into the cafeteria: "Is your boat fastened?" ”

"I think there should be no problem, the captain is still on board, he is a very experienced ocean-going sailor." Mr. Min was a little uncomfortable with the overzealous nature of his supervisor.

"That's great, there aren't many experienced sailors these days, and when electronic devices come along, we're all going to be trained to be fools!" The supervisor made an exaggerated gesture and said, "I've prepared some snacks and wine for everyone, I hope you will enjoy ......"

"Are the people on the rig so enthusiastic?" Mr. Min asked a crew member secretly.

"Not often, but ...... What does it matter? When the crew saw the feast prepared in the dining room, their minds flew to the roast turkey and red wine.

"But we have only come to seek refuge, and we are not familiar with him...... Mr. Min whispered, but then realized that the crew did not care about Mr. Min's worries, and then they all sat down at the table, picked up their knives and forks, and feasted on them......

"Well, if you come here, you will be safe!" Mr. Min had no choice but to sit down, facing the director's toast, and politely raised his glass.