Chapter 404, Ghost Wave
Oneviii. In August '91, Dena and Alice, accompanied by Agents of the Extreme Blackwater, boarded the Atlantic Cruiser, a luxury cruise ship bound for North America, in the United Kingdom. It is a huge and beautiful cruise ship with a displacement of up to 20,000 tons. Although it was much smaller than the 46,000-ton displacement of the famous "Titanic" many years later, by the end of the nineteenth century the ship was already a true giant.
Dena, who got on the boat, still couldn't be idle. It was a painful thing for her to honestly stay in a luxury suite in the upper class, or to deal with the socialites of high society. In Dena's opinion, it would be madness to spend a few hours a day of precious time to "make another face for yourself" after "God has made a face for you." Moreover, although she can also follow the rules of those guys very easily, she can easily enter and exit among them, and can even easily become the core around them. After all, although there are some nobles or rich people on this ship, they are worth a lot. Jing is much worse than Dena. But Dena felt that she and those gangs knew almost nothing about the world, but she always felt that she knew everything, that she was almost worthless to the world, and that she always felt that the whole world should revolve around her stupid woman, and she was simply suffering.
Dena, by contrast, preferred to run around the deck, down to the third-class cabin to chat with the poor immigrantsβat least to them, knowing things she had little access to. Otherwise, run to the captain's quarters to see how such a large ship is handled, or listen to the bragging, or even follow them to the power room to see the steam engine.
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"The ship shook a bit a bit today." Dena stood on the lookout and said to Roy, the sailor who was beside her.
Roy knew that the identity of the girl next to him must be very special, because, generally speaking, certain locations of the ship are very taboo for women to come in, such as the captain's room, the chart room, or something. There are some things that women are never allowed to touch, such as the rudder, but this young lady can easily enter the captain's room, the chart room, and even Captain Grant follows her to explain to her the various facilities of the captain's room, and how to use the chart to determine the position of the ship. Even, the always conservative and strict Captain Grant actually let this young lady steer the sail for at least ten minutes. All in all, there is no place on this boat that is not open to this young lady. Roy even thought that if the young lady was interested in the ship's men's restroom, Captain Grant would agree to let her visit it.
However, although this young lady must have a great background, she is not a bad person, quite approachable, and even jokes on an equal footing with ordinary inferior people, and is not at all as arrogant as other ladies who live in first class. It's just that this young lady is too bold and curious, and no, she has climbed to the lookout on the mast.
"If my daughter becomes like this in the future, I will definitely have a big headache." Roy couldn't help but think about it.
"Miss Dena, today's wind and waves are actually not bigger than yesterday, just because your position is relatively high now, and the slight shaking below is magnified here."
Dena thought about it, this statement is undoubtedly plausible, and it is very easy to prove mathematically. So she said to Roy, "Mr. Roy, yesterday and today should be very calm, and it is shaking so badly. If you encounter windy and rough weather, isn't it very uncomfortable? β
"If you encounter such sea conditions." Roy smiled, pointed to a nearby rope and said to Dena, "I'll need to tie myself to this position with this rope, or the boat will shake and throw me right into the sea." β
"So strict?" Dena was taken aback.
"Miss, one of the biggest features of the North Atlantic is that it is windy and rough, especially in the North Sea area, but fortunately we don't need to go through there this time. Sometimes when there is a big wind and waves, the height of the wave head can exceed five or six meters, and sometimes, when a big wave comes, the whole bow of the ship will be buried in it. The boat can be rocked more than twenty degrees. Without the help of a rope, no one could keep themselves in this position without being thrown into the sea. And this position is so high, falling from here to the surface of the sea, guess what the result will be? β
"It's not much different from falling from this height onto the deck, right?" Dena thought for a moment and replied.
"That's basically it." Roy nodded and said, "But there is still a difference, if you fall on the deck, you still have a funeral, and a pension, and if you fall into the sea, the company will not admit that you are dead, they will only say that you are 'missing' so that you don't have to pay a pension." β
"Big waves five or six meters high?" Dena imagined the scene for a moment and said, "It was spectacular." If it is accompanied by "The Wandering Dutchman Overture", it is simply perfect...... Ah, Mr. Roy, you've been a seafarer for many years, haven't you? How high is the highest wave you've ever seen? β
"I've been a seafarer for almost fifteen years. If you want to say the highest wave I've ever seen......" Roy's face showed a look of fear at this point, "If you want to say the highest wave I've ever seen, it's almost twenty meters high." That was six or seven years ago, and I was working on a cargo ship, and in the Indian Ocean, we saw that big wave. Fortunately, the wave did not hit my ship, but on another cargo ship called Sandru, about four kilometers away from us. The ship sank almost immediately. I was almost stupefied at the lookout. β
"More than twenty meters of waves? Then the ordinary waves at that time were probably more than ten meters, right? Thinking about that scene, Dena thought it was a little scary.
"No, Miss Dena, the day was calm, even less than today's, and the sea was as calm as a big pond. And then all of a sudden, a big wave appeared out of thin air, and then something disappeared out of thin air. It's like a ghost. In the sailors we put this kind of waves. It's called the Ghost Wave, and it's also called the Murder Wave, because any ship that hits it like this will probably be doomed. Roy said.
"Is there really such a strange thing?" Apparently this strange thing caught Dena's attention, "Then do you know how this strange wave came about?" β
"I don't know." "Although almost all the sailors on our ship saw the wave with their own eyes, the experts at the British Academy of Sciences decided that we must be bragging, because according to their calculations, it is impossible to have a wave higher than 10 meters on the sea." Later, I often wondered if I was dazzled, and if it weren't for the fact that the Sandru had sunk, I would have wondered if I had seen the wrong hallucination. β
"What if our ship encounters such a wave?" Dena asked suddenly.
"Hell! Don't talk nonsense! Although he knew that Dena's identity was not ordinary, but hearing such unlucky words, Roy still lowered his head, blurted his mouth fiercely, and then drew a cross on his chest.
Most sailors are very superstitious, and Dena knows this. It was very windy at the lookout, and although it was August, it was summer, but the boat was now within the range of the cold current in eastern Greenland, and even in August, the water temperature was less than three degrees Celsius. The lower water temperature naturally makes the temperature in this area much lower. In addition, the wind was so strong at high that Dena began to sneeze. So she said goodbye to Roy and left the lookout.
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At about two o'clock in the afternoon, a bored Dena came to the wheelhouse of the ship again. At this time, the sun outside is too big, and the upper deck is very uncomfortable, and this is the cabin with the best view on the whole ship.
"Miss Dena, do you want to take the helm again?" It was the ship's first mate, Harding, who was now holding the steering wheel.
"Oh, no. I'm just here to look at the sea. Dena replied.
"Miss Dena, the boat has been running at sea for more than a week, haven't you seen enough of the sea?"
"Mr. Harding, are you tired of being on the ship for so many years?" Dena asked rhetorically.
"I often get tired of looking at it, but if I really go ashore, it won't take me a week to think about it. It's like my wife, when I look at her, I feel tired, and when I can't see her, I really want to. β
The analogy made Dena laugh, and she was about to say something, but suddenly she looked out, her eyes widened, and she couldn't say a word.
"So?" Harding asked when he saw that Dena's expression was wrong.
"The Great Wave! Ghost Wave! Dena shouted.
Harding turned his head and saw a wall of water nearly thirty meters high suddenly erected on the sea not far ahead, slamming into the bow of the ship.
"Squat down!" Harding shouted, crouching down as he noticed that Dena was rolling on the spot at an alarming speed, hiding behind a desk. Then he heard a loud bang, and the glass in front of the cab shattered. The shattered glass flew everywhere like bullets, and then a large stream of seawater rushed in, and almost instantly, the water in the cab was more than half a meter. At the same time, Dena and Harding felt as if the whole boat had been lifted high and fell down violently.
Harding and Dena stood up from the stagnant water, and Dena saw that Harding's face was covered in blood. They also noticed that the engine of the giant ship, which was moving at high speed, seemed to stop, and if they listened closely, they could hear a clicking sound, as if something had broken.
"Hell! Miss Dena, are you alright? "I'll go see the captain and find out what the damage is to the boat, and you'd better go and wait by the lifeboat at once." God knows how much damage the boat had suffered when it had just fallen, and whether it would be able to continue to float on the sea. β