At this time, Wu Yongchang understood everything, and rushed over to help him up. He was so drunk, so drunk—he couldn't stand up, he couldn't speak, he couldn't see anything. His eyes were glazed. And when Wu Yongchang let go of him in extreme despair, he was like a log rolling back into the stagnant water at the bilge.

It is evident that Luce had been far more drunk than he thought that night, and that his actions in bed were a state of leprosy, often causing the drunk to imitate his conscious appearance. But the cold of the evening breeze played its usual role. His imitative consciousness was blown away by the cold winds, and his confusion of his sense of his own dangerous situation undoubtedly accelerated this final result.

He was completely unconscious by this time, and it was impossible for him to wake up in a few hours. It's hard to imagine Wu Yongchang's extreme fear at that time. The boldness of the drunkenness just now had vanished, leaving him with a double horror and bewilderment. He knew he had no power to steer the ship, and he knew that the wind and waves were driving the ship to destruction.

A storm is clearly gathering behind it; They had neither a compass nor provisions; And the situation is very clear, if you continue to keep course, you will sail into the deep sea where you can't see the land before dawn.

These thoughts, along with some other equally terrifying thoughts, flashed through Wu Yongchang's mind so quickly that he was paralyzed for a while, and it was impossible for him to take any measures.

At this moment the boat was speeding forward with a terrible speed with the wind—the spinnaker and mainsail were bulging to the brim—and the bow was completely covered with the rising waves. It is amazing that it was not swept by the wind and faced capsizing.

Luce had already let go of the tiller, and Wu Yongchang was so frightened that he never thought that he should hold the rudder. Fortunately, the ship itself maintained its original direction, and Wu Yongchang slowly regained his composure somewhat.

The wind was still getting stronger, and every time the bow of the boat was bounced forward, the waves behind it rushed over the stern protrusion, drenching them to a soak.

Wu Yongchang's hands and feet were numb from the cold, and he was almost unconscious, and finally mustered up the courage to make a desperate move, rushed to the mainsail, and suddenly let go of the sail line.

As expected, the canopy flew over the bow of the ship, became soaked in water, and suddenly broke the mast and fell into the water. It was the broken mast that saved Wu Yongchang from being immediately buried in the sea.

Now Wu Yongchang is only riding with the spinnaker with the wind, and the turbulent waves still hit the stern from time to time, but there is no danger of capsizing the boat immediately for the time being.

Wu Yongchang grabbed the tiller, and saw that there was still a glimmer of life, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Still lying unconscious in the bilge, Luce saw that he was in danger of drowning at any moment, for the water was almost a foot deep where he was lying, Wu Yongchang managed to lift him up, keep him seated, wrap a rope around his waist, and then pull the end of the rope tightly to tie it to a ring bolt on the deck.

After doing everything he could to get everything done while shivering with cold, Wu Yongchang entrusted himself to God, determined to endure whatever might happen with perseverance.

As soon as Wu Yongchang laid down this heart, he suddenly heard a scream, which seemed to come from the throats of thousands of devils, as if it resounded in all directions around the boat.

He could never forget the horror he had experienced at that moment, only to feel his hair stand upside down, his blood to clot, his heart to stop beating completely, and before he could raise his eyes to search for the cause of the terror, he had fallen unconscious on top of his friend.