Chapter 141: Impulsive Punishment
Wu Yongchang clearly remembers when he was a child, when he saw the scene of Jiang Yang's thief and bed bug He going to the court.
That year, Wu Yongchang was only seven years old.
He saw with his own eyes that his eyes were still wide open on the rolling head. He neither cried nor shouted at that time, but was so frightened that he could not make a sound at all. No wonder some people said afterwards that his whole look looked like he was watching a neighbor kill a chicken.
Wu Yongchang has been learning martial arts from Lao Mo for ten years, don't look at the thin and thin, but he has a lot of strength, and he can overturn a few fat big men in a flash. When he was sixteen years old, his father left him, he was an orphan, and he was worried about his livelihood, and he was taken away by someone who said something about the United States.
Mei Renhou, the biggest lord in Qinglong Town, did business and made Conch City. His right-hand man, Martin, always told him about his adventures on the ocean. He often accompanied him to Martin's house, and stayed there all day, sometimes even overnight.
At this time, he slept in the same bed with Martin's son Luce, and Wu Yongchang must have spent most of the night with his eyes open, listening to him tell stories about the indigenous islands of the ocean, as well as other things he had seen during his travels.
In the end, Wu Yongchang finally couldn't help but become interested in everything he had to tell, and slowly felt a strong desire to travel to the sea.
One night, Martin's house held a party, and by the time the meeting came to an end, both Wu and Luce were drunk. In this case, Wu Yongchang did not go home as usual, but slept in his bed. As he expected, as soon as he fell out of bed, he fell into a motionless sleep
It was almost one o'clock in the morning by the end of the meeting, and there was no mention of his usual favorite topics. About half an hour after they had been lying down, when Wu Yongchang was about to fall asleep, Luce suddenly jumped up from his bed, cursed and swore that such a good southwesterly wind night was the best time to sail.
Wu Yongchang didn't know what he meant by his words, and thought that maybe he was having a drunken seizure and was talking nonsense. However, Luce's tone began to calm down, saying that he was actually more awake than ever. He added that it was only because he was tired that he had been lying in bed like a dog on such a good night, and that he had now decided to get out of bed and get dressed, and to take the boat out to sea.
Wu Yongchang couldn't tell what evil he had fallen into at that time, anyway, as soon as Luce's words fell, he immediately felt an indescribable excitement and joy, and thought that his crazy idea was the most pleasing and reasonable idea in the world.
The wind was almost typhoon-like, and it was very cold – because it was late October. However, Wu Yongchang jumped out of bed in a daze, and told him that he was absolutely as brave as him, and Yongchang was lying on the bed like a dog because he was too tired, but he was very willing to go to the sea to play, or have fun.
The two immediately got dressed and hurried to the side of the boat. The ship was moored in an old dock that had decayed, and the side of the ship was pounding violently against the rough logs. Luce jumped into the cabin and began to scoop the water, which was half submerged in the cabin, and when they had scooped it dry, they pulled up the bow spinnaker and mainsail to the brim, and recklessly sailed out of the harbor.
The wind was blowing strongly from the southwest, and the nights were clear and cold. Luce held the rudder, while Yongchang stood next to the hatch mast. The boat was moving at breakneck speed – neither of them had spoken a word since they had unmoored and left the dock.
Yongchang then asked Luce where he was going, and Luce whistled for several minutes before he said in a rough voice, "I'm going to the sea—if you don't think it's suitable, you can go back by yourself." ”
Yongchang turned his head to stare at him, and although he seemed casual on the surface, he could tell at a glance that he was restless inside.
By the moonlight, Yongchang could see him clearly—his face looked paler than marble; His hands shook so hard that he could barely hold the tiller.
Wu Yongchang noticed that something was wrong, and he couldn't help but start to panic. At that time, Wu Yongchang did not know much about sailing, and every time he went to sea, he relied on his friend's sailing skills. And just as they were rapidly escaping from their land shelter, the wind suddenly strengthened considerably.
Wu Yongchang felt that he was a hero who stood up to the sky, and he was ashamed to show his inner fear, so he insisted on not saying a word for almost half an hour. But at last he couldn't take it anymore and told Luce that it would be better to go back. As before, it was almost a minute before he replied, "Let's go back," he said at last—"and there's enough time—let's go home." ”
Wu Yongchang was expecting this kind of answer, but the tone of his voice filled Wu Yongchang's heart with an inexplicable horror. His lips were completely blue, and his legs were trembling, as if he could barely stand.
"Luce," Wu Yongchang shouted in horror, "what's wrong with you?" - What is going on - what do you want to do? ”
"Something's wrong! He stammered, his face utterly astonished, and at the same time let go of the tiller and fell headlong into the bilge—"Something! It's nothing, we're going home, don't you see? ”