In order to have a relatively smooth working platform, the Sea Virgen is a large flat-bottomed boat, which allows the boat to remain relatively stable in the wind and waves, but it is not suitable for high-speed sailing.

The rest of the crew could go back to the cabin to sleep after finishing their work, but the crew still had to be on duty to start the ship, and the reluctant crew complained that it was certain, Chen Badai supervised the staff on the deck to finish the work, ordered the anchor to be lifted, the engines of the probe ship were back in operation, and the propellers pushed the huge hull of the ship, heading for the Faroe Islands at an economic speed of 10 knots per hour.

Chen Badai roughly calculated that it would take about a week to travel from here to the Faroe Islands at the current speed, and he couldn't imagine how the Vikings and Vikings crossed the icy North Atlantic in order to survive.

At that time, the power of the boat was only sails and oars, and when the wind was good, the fastest sailboat could only reach the maximum speed of seven or eight knots, but most of the time, the sailboat could only crawl on the sea like ants, and when there was no wind, it could only drift slowly along the current, and if it was against the wind, it would be a nightmare for sailing. This is a one-week distance for a probe ship at a pitiful speed, which 700 years ago was at least a month's journey......

Chen Badai didn't have much time to feel the hardships of the ancients, although Chen Badai had a hunch that the Poseidon would be in the Faroe Islands, but the land area of the Faroe Islands was 1399 square kilometers, plus its peripheral reefs, reefs, waterways and other areas, there would be at least tens of thousands of square kilometers, in such a large area, only more than 100 tons of displacement of the Poseidon was not even a needle!

Chen Badai's headache now is, where did the Poseidon sink in the end? According to the data studied by Chen Badai, the Poseidon had already crossed the Faroe Islands when it went north in the summer, but they may have been in a hurry, and did not stop in this ancient channel, but chose to pass through the southern part of the Faroe Islands and continue to Norway, but in the northwest of the Faroe Islands, the Poseidon was hit by a storm, but that night, the Poseidon did not sink, and it was completely impossible for the seriously damaged Poseidon to sail to Norway, and their most realistic choice was to turn back and seek shelter from the Faroe Islands dock. According to the captain's record, the main mast has been broken, and the Poseidon has two auxiliary masts, and in that season, the west wind blowing from the sea to the land can make the Poseidon struggle to reach the Faroe Islands, but Chen Badai has not figured out a point, according to the normal route, they will pass through the east of the Faroe Islands, all the way to the northeast to reach the coast of Norway or Finland, why did the Poseidon run to the west of the Faroe Islands?

Chen Badai sensed that the Poseidon had not reached the Faroe Islands, and that it had most likely sunk somewhere in the northeastern part of the Faroe Islands.

Now the question is back, in the vast ocean, with a casual click of his finger, that is, an area of hundreds of square kilometers in reality, how can Chen Badai determine the final location of the Poseidon?

Chen Badai has no better way now, he plans to go to the main island of the Faroe Islands first, one is to take a rest, and the other is to check some legends of the locals, Chen Badai believes that 700 years ago, the Knights fell so much, even if it is a remote Faroe Islands, there will be some rumors.

Although the Holy Maiden can not be compared with modern high-speed warships, but compared to hundreds of years ago sailboats, it is still too fast, the only flaw is that the noise of the ship's diesel engine makes it difficult for Chen Badai to sleep, recently Chen Badai sleeps almost four or five hours a day, and it is difficult to enter a deep sleep, Chen Badai feels that every time he wants to fall into a deep sleep, the murmur in his mind begins to slowly amplify, and the murmur is mixed with the waves, the sea breeze, and various mechanical sounds on the ship, Chen Badai's mind was full of him, and he couldn't even control it with drugs.

The boat started, Chen Badai was lying in his independent cabin, his divine skill that could fall asleep anytime and anywhere was now missing, he took a sleeping pill, swallowed it with water into his stomach, and after half an hour, the sleeping pill began to take effect, and Chen Badai finally felt drowsy.

"Wrong ...... Wrong ......" The murmur in Chen Badai's mind sounded again, but he was limp under the effect of sleeping pills, and he didn't have the strength to raise his hand and rub his temples.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Chen Badai felt that he was standing on the endless sea, the sea was calm, a few cirrus clouds were slowly drifting in the sky, and there was no wind on the sea.

Chen Badai was puzzled when he suddenly heard a commotion around him. "In the name of God! We're going to Norway! A man in plate armor and a face guard shouted that Chen Badai couldn't see his face at all, he raised his cross sword, and on the shield was a fiery red octagonal cross!

"No, the Normans are going south, they are invading the lands of the south, and we will only go to the mouth of the tiger!" A man with a boat-shaped hat looked like a captain, standing on the rudder of the ship, holding the steering wheel tightly, "Grand Master let us go to the East, and the East will have our way of life!" ”

"No way, the people of the East want to eat us alive! All the treasures on the ship were plundered from there! If we go to the East, we will only die! ”

"As long as we give this back to them, we will get their forgiveness!" The captain held up a golden stick, and Chen Badai almost exclaimed: "Scepter!" ”

"We are now on to the Faroe Islands, where we will be restocked, and through England and back to the Mediterranean......," the captain cried again, "and the Knights Templar are gone...... We have been abandoned by God, it's time to plan for ourselves! ”

"No...... The north is our chance to survive......"

The two sides quarreled endlessly, perhaps because of the scepter, but the non-commissioned officers with large swords did not dare to move.

"Storm clouds! Storm cloud! On the sea without a trace of wind, the lookout of the hanging basket on the top of the mainmast suddenly shouted, interrupting the quarrel on the deck, Chen Badai turned his head to see that the cirrus clouds on the horizon did not know when they gathered into inky black clouds, and they were rapidly advancing towards this side......

When Chen Badai turned his head to look again, the captain didn't know where he went, the deck was chaotic, and the first mate was roaring in a hoarse voice: "Drop the sail!" Drop the sails! ”

The sailors worked nervously to lower the triangular sail from the mast, and as soon as the sail fell, large raindrops hit the deck.

"Left full rudder...... Damn it...... "The sailor was wrestling with the storm, the wind was blowing from the side of the ship, and the first mate asked the helmsman to turn the bow of the ship and use the bow against the direction of the wind.......

Chen Badai felt as if his body was on a roller coaster, being lifted into the air by the waves, and then it seemed to fall to the bottom, and the walls of water on all sides pressed against him......

The wall of water slammed into the deck, the ship seemed to be about to overturn, a sailor did not grasp it steadily, and slipped down the inclined deck, he desperately picked the deck with his hands, but, with a scream, Chen Badai saw that he was swept into the sea by the waves, and disappeared in an instant......

The non-commissioned officers didn't know where to go, and the captain was nowhere to be found, and Chen Badai felt that he should find a place to hide, and on this damn deck, he could be swept into the sea at any time. He stumbled towards the nearest door, opened it, and saw the captain nervously stuffing something into the barrel......

"Sea Monster...... Sea monster ......" came the mournful cry of the first mate outside the cabin, drowning out the sound of the storm......

Turning around again, the captain hurriedly wrote the last line on the logbook, stuffed it into the oak barrel, plugged the cork of the oak barrel, an octopus tentacle reached in through the window, the captain pulled out the big sword on the wall and threw himself at the tentacles, but as soon as he swung a sword, the tentacles wrapped him, and in the screams, Chen Badai saw the captain disappear into the storm outside the window, the big sword fell to the floor, and slid into the corner with the shaking of the ship......

The captain's room was empty, Chen Badai saw the oak barrel rolling down the corner, he tried to run over to see what was inside, and the scepter that had been in the captain's hand, looked around and didn't find it, but Chen Badai couldn't stand at all, a huge wave hit, the wooden window that looked sturdy was smashed by the waves, and the water poured into the cabin......

Chen Badai instinctively covered his head with his hands and accepted the baptism of the waves, but the waves bypassed Chen Badai and washed everything on the boat.

The storm finally passed, the Poseidon's mainmast broke, and several fell to the side, the Poseidon slanted its hull, struggling to float on the sea, the superstructure was almost completely destroyed, and the ship was flooded, and several sailors frantically chopped the broken mainmast with axes to re-righte the Poseidon.

The captain was nowhere to be found, leaving only the first mate as the ship's supreme commander.

"Go to Faro...... We are not far from there, taking advantage of the current west wind...... We still have a chance to ......" The first mate muttered to himself, the mainmast was finally cut off, the crooked Poseidon was straightened again, and seemed to regain its vitality, the first mate ordered the two remaining sails to be raised, and the Poseidon staggered slowly and slowly on the sea, struggling to the nearest land to the southeast.

"Storm! Storm ......" In the dark night, the mournful voice of the sailors sounded again on the sea, followed by another violent turbulence, and the wounded Poseidon was thrown into the air and smashed back into the sea, this time the storm was more violent than a few days ago.

"No...... No...... Don't run into a storm in the Devil's Passage,......" muttered the first mate, but no further orders were given......

"Bang bang bang......" Chen Badai felt that the boat had hit something.

"Bang bang bang...... Mr. Poor! Mr. Poor! Chen Badai woke up in shock, and someone was knocking on his cabin door.

Chen Badai struggled to support his soft body, and in a trance he felt as if he shouldn't be here, and he rubbed his head vigorously.