Although he can't explain why the whispers that have often lingered in his mind since he got the Red Dragon Heart are going on, the intensity of his work has been too great, and Chen Badai has not been resting well on the rocking boat.

Chen Badai must prove himself, but Chen Badai is actually just a lonely person, without his own team, these undersea hunters hired by Dick are very professional, but strong professionalism also means that it is difficult to manage, the day before, for the question of whether the miniature submarine should be launched, Chen Badai and the captain did a fight, if it weren't for Dick's money, Chen Badai would have been coerced back to the port by the whole crew.

The ship has been out to sea for a month, which is not too long for these underwater hunters who have been running around the sea all year round, but these self-proclaimed professional underwater hunters have deeply made Chen Badai feel their distrust of the yellow race, and they think that Chen Badai is purely a waste of time.

Chen Badai is also very speechless about the work attitude of the submarine hunters, it seems that the trade unions formed in the West hundreds of years ago make them very sensitive to working hours, one to 8 hours a day, all kinds of complaints begin to increase, in the face of the pressure given by Dick and the non-cooperation of these submarine hunters, Chen Badai is actually very troubled.

"Poor! We have been working for 5 days in a row, and according to the labor law...... "The first mate began to chatter on the intercom again about working hours.

"I said that the submarine can rest when it comes out of the water." Chen Badai impatiently grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Also, my name is Chen!" Old! Old! You're poor! ”

"Okay, poor eight generations, then I'll arrange for everyone to rest for 8 hours, hmm, what's next, we're still fishing for sand here?" The first mate didn't want to argue with Chen Badai, anyway, in his opinion, poverty and Chen meant the same thing.

"Wait for my next instructions." Chen Badai threw the walkie-talkie aside, not wanting to deal with this disgusting first mate anymore.

Chen Badai in the chart room was dizzy, and the murmur in his head sounded again, and Chen Badai, who was dizzy, decided to go to the deck to breathe.

"Not here...... Not here......" Chen Badai lingered in his mind with this sentence, lingering.

The sun has climbed into the sky from the east, Chen Badai looked at the time, it is the summer of the North Sea, but it seems that the temperature of the sun can not warm the sea water of the North Sea, Chen Badai looked at the endless sea, the calm sea surface is an undercurrent surging, the summer trade winds blow from the south, and at this time the icebergs in the north are melting in the sun, the ocean currents and trade winds converge on the route of the North Sea, the calm waves in the previous second do not mean that the next second is still the same. The North Sea in summer and winter was notorious in ancient times, and more people died in the storms of the sea than on the battlefield.

"Not here...... It's not here......" Chen Badai murmured in his head again.

Of course, Chen Badai knew that the Poseidon was not here, but how easy was it to calculate a sailing ship that disappeared hundreds of years ago on the vast sea?!

Chen Badai knocked on his head, he felt that he was about to have a concussion, and finally knocked the murmur out of his head, Chen Badai looked up and saw the hyacinth ball on the mast of the probe ship spinning, and suddenly thought of a question.

The Poseidon will certainly not be here, and that logbook must be fake! Chen Badai suddenly remembered this question.

Chen Badai took out his satellite phone and dialed Dick's number: "Dick, what was the maximum speed of a sailing ship 700 years ago?" ”

"This?" Dick's knowledge of adventure and navigation was so meagre that he couldn't even figure out the speed of his own yacht, let alone a 700-year-old sailboat.

"Are you sure that the Poseidon sailed from Calais in France in October?" Chen Badai asked again.

"Sure, the logbook is very clear." Dick felt that there was no need to discuss the issue, as anyone with any involvement with the Knights Templar would be eager to leave France immediately after Black Friday.

"Leave the logbook alone, Dick, if they had been out at sea in the winter, they wouldn't have been able to sail here for two months." Chen Badai said: "They use the Clavier or Clark sailboats, this kind of three-masted sailing ships can only sail at a maximum speed of seven or eight knots per hour when the wind is downwind, but the trade winds in winter blow from the north, and they can sail against the wind at a speed of two or three knots in the sky!" ”

"Okay...... So where did the Poseidon go? Dick has never been very interested in this kind of data, so let Chen Badai do this kind of head-scratching thing.

"I'll do the math again, are you sure all the information has been passed on to me?" Chen Badai asked.

"It should ...... There won't be anything missing......" Dick wasn't sure.

"Dick, any piece of information can be important, and every second spent here is your money......," Chen said.

"Well, it's said that the Poseidon once docked in Ireland and was resupplied for two days......," Dick remembered, but it was not recorded in the logbook, but in the captain's diary, but strangely enough, the captain's diary was very scattered, and there was no specific date, and it had not been recorded since this call, and it was speculated that most of the captain's diary had been lost.

"Hah! I understand! The two-kicking captain probably didn't know where he was. Chen Badai felt a headache again.

Chen Badai first had to determine the route of the Poseidon and deduce the location of its sinking, and then after a series of complex calculations, he could roughly deduce its current location.

But 700 years ago, the habit of the logbook did not become the practice of the captain's navigation, at that time the sailing crew organization was not even as strict as the pirate organization 200 years later, the captain did not talk about any systematic training, more of an empiricism, Chen Badai now knows that the Poseidon sailed from the Mediterranean, the Mediterranean Sea and the North Sea currents, wind direction are completely different things, and the North Sea wind and waves are urgent, the Mediterranean Sea is simply a small pond in Chen Badai's hometown! Coming to the North Sea with sailing experience in the Mediterranean, any captain will be careful.

Therefore, Chen Badai resolutely did not believe that the Poseidon could sail here within two months, and the trade winds in the north at this time would only blow the sailboat southward, even if it sailed against the wind with superb sailing skills, the Poseidon had only just climbed to the edge of the North Sea in two months......

Therefore, Chen Badai concluded that there was a problem with the logbook, and there was no standard format for the logbook at that time, and every captain could record it according to his own habits, and even remember to record a few sentences, and there could be a long gap in the middle.

There was no record in the logbook that the Poseidon had docked in Ireland, and Chen Badai felt that it was necessary to study the unprofessional captain's logbook and captain's diary again!

It is impossible for Chen Badai to measure the people of 700 years ago by today's standards, not to mention that this is a group of people who fled at sea, but fortunately, this nameless captain is not useless, in addition to treasures, there are also more detailed supply records in his records, Chen Badai carefully looked at the supplies when the Poseidon went to sea from Calais, and those supplies must not be able to support the people on the ship to drift at sea for two months......

Chen Badai studied the direction of navigation in the logbook again, and he found that the captain's record was very chaotic, and even in a day, the ship appeared several times in the opposite direction, and in some places, there was no change in the course for several days, in the logbook, the captain recorded that they crossed the Strait of Dover and arrived in England, and the next route was a little paradoxical, and the route began to be chaotic.

"This damn captain has been messed up by the shipping routes in the North Sea!" Chen Badai muttered in a low voice. It seems unrealistic to find clues from the logbook.

Other entries in the logbook caught Chen's attention, namely that in just half a month, several riots broke out on board.

In the ancient era of low seafaring technology, the captain had to have absolute authority, and the captain was merciless in punishing the riots, but the crew of the Poseidon was special, in addition to the 25 crew members brought by the captain, there were 32 non-commissioned officers of the Knights Templar and 36 peasants in the service of the Knights Templar......

With such a ratio of crews, the three parties are basically evenly matched in numbers, but those non-commissioned officers who have experienced a hundred battles have the upper hand with the swords in their hands, and the other two sides are absolutely inferior.

It's an interesting ratio of personnel, as the peasants and non-commissioned officers depend on their crews to sail, and the captain is hard to say that he won't have his own mind.

Chen Badai looked at the captain's logbook, a sentence caught his attention, judging from the time records, this was a month after they went to sea, and the captain's diary on this day was recorded very simply, it was written that he discussed with the leader of the non-commissioned officers, Stoff, and exchanged the treasure for some supplies, but Stoff refused, and the captain wrote in the subsequent sentence: "Why go to the cold north?" Wouldn't it be better to get to the warmer south? ”