But Hanwen's pity is far from here.

Of all the people who ate in the captain's room, Hanwen was the last to come in and sit down. And by this time someone else may have already started eating. Even if you haven't started to eat yet, then you are the last, because the basin of food is the last to reach you.

By the time Hanwen started eating, everyone else was already half-full, and when others were already full, Hanwen was half-full.

Unfortunately, Hanwen had to be the first to leave his position and walk out of the captain's room, which was the rule.

The last one to start, but the first to finish, just imagine how tight Hanwen's meal time would be, if Stubb happened to have an uncomfortable appetite that day, and he had to leave his seat after a few bites, then how frustrated Hanwen would be if he had to walk in front of him.

Hanwen himself said in private that since he was promoted to third mate and allowed to eat in the captain's room, he had almost never eaten a full meal.

For him, hunger is the only feeling he feels as an officer.

For this reason, he lost many happy things, and as far as eating is concerned, he can no longer hold a piece of corned beef in his hand and eat it at will.

For him, being promoted to an officer was just vanity, and it was a vanity he didn't like.

Just after the helmsman led the three first mates and gentlemen to eat the first batch and leave the table, the dining table and dining cloth in the captain's room were cleaned in the same way, and then the second group of guests was ushered in.

These are three gunmen, compared to the four people in the previous group, or three people, because the helmsman himself is not among the restraints, these three people are simply happy, free and happy to the extreme.

Although they only enjoyed the scraps, they were so free and easy, they were not afraid of any of them, and there was no need to restrain each other, and their bosses, the three people who had just left, did not even dare to touch their teeth during the banquet.

The three of them were eating and drinking, chewing the food so creaking that you might even think that they were the real owners of the food.

Usually they eat all the food on the table, but sometimes it is not enough, and they have to ask the tea room to carry another piece of beef that has not been broken.

In this case, the teahouse often ran to Zhang Luo with great interest, because he knew that if he did not do so, then an unceremonious joke would befall him.

They would throw a javelin fork against his back, and even shove his head into a large wooden barrel.

When these javelinmen were eating, Tang Yuan was always very careful, even a little scared, and he always hid in the small kitchen next door, watching them enjoy their meal through the crack in the door.

Watching these three vigorous people eat is simply a great torture for Tangyuan. The most terrible thing is that in order to cut the meat during the banquet, they will take out the knives and whetstones they bring with them and grind them vigorously, at this time, Tang Yuan can't help but faint, because he doesn't know if they will slaughter themselves on a whim.

It wasn't until the three of them had eaten enough and left with a sound all the way that Tang Yuan would breathe a sigh of relief.

Although they ate in the captain's quarters, and claimed to live in them, they rarely went there, and only occasionally passed by while sleeping.

This is the same as the practice of all monster ships, and the helmsman's practice is neither backward nor out of line.

The reason why everyone wants to stay away from the captain's room is because they feel that the helmsman is not an easy person to approach.

The helmsman hides everything tightly in himself, like a hibernating animal.

The sky is high and the sea is wide, and it is as clear as a wash, which is simply refreshing.

Speaking of lookouts, it's actually a very special thing on whaling ships.

Whether there is a lookout on the top of the mast is an important sign to distinguish whether a ship is a monster ship.

In the three or five years between the vast majority of monster-fighting ships, from the time they left the port of departure to the time they were about to return to the port, there was no lookout on the top of the mast.

Even when you first leave the port, you are still more than 15,000 nautical miles away from your true destination, which is the whaling grounds; Although it is impossible to spot a sea monster on the coast when you return to port.

This is the belief in fighting monster ships.

Being a lookout is an extremely old profession, and it is also a great profession, and as for the earliest lookouts, I am afraid that they have been around since ancient times, but at that time it was closer to the meaning of mythology.

According to historians, the earliest lookouts were on land rather than in the sea.

In ancient times, people always set up a high lookout on the shore, on which someone looked at the sea, once the whale was found, they would signal to the monster fighting boat equipped on the seaside, and the monster fighting boat on the seaside would quickly rush to the target.

Later, when the monster ship had to cross the ocean to fight monsters, this idea was adopted by the people who designed the monster fighting boat, and so, the lookout on the top of the mast was born.

They were two-hour shifts, and the masthead was kept day and night. Standing on the top of the mast, a hundred feet above the deck, was like stepping on a huge stilt inside.

Between their feet, the sea was constantly rushing and all kinds of sea beasts were constantly swimming, and I stood here, attracted by the continuous waves.

The monster ship quietly moved forward in the silence, some of which seemed to be lazy.

The wind blows, making people lazy, as if they want to sleep, but they don't dare to really fall asleep.

You may find it a little boring, but if you can't overcome even this little bit of boredom, you won't be able to get through this long trip of three or four years.

In these three or four years, almost everything is fixed, when to do what, how to do it, even if the whale is found, the procedure is fixed, and no one can take a step beyond the thunder pool.

All your food is piled up in the bilge, and even the recipe won't change, so you don't have to worry about it.

All your positions are also fixed, where you work, where you eat and where you sleep, these places are simply just a place for you to live, only the size of a bullet nine, without the slightest sense of comfort.

If you want to say the most comfortable place, it should be said to be the top of the mast, which is protected from all noise and noise, and the eyes and ears are full of peace.

But if you think about it, what does it mean to you that you have to spend a total of months on the top of the mast over a three- or four-year trip?

Hanwen stood at the lookout of the top of the mast, letting the waves toss and turn the boat around, and the boat tossed me around like I was riding on the horns of a bull.

But when it's cold, it's not so pleasant, and you'll feel that it's so terrible that you wish you could build a house at the lookout to resist the knife-like sea breeze.

However, there is no more effective setting for a monster fighting ship with a range of activities like ours, except for a temporary clothing that can temporarily block the wind.

As a result, one cannot help but envy the whaling ships that haunt the North Pole, with a small tent or a large wooden barrel on the top of their masts, in which the watchmen hide to resist the cold.

There are even seats and auxiliary equipment such as microphones, binoculars, compasses, and even pipes.

Of course, you can also take a sprig* up and shoot them when you find them.

However, there was no need for them to make such a big effort on the issue of the lookout, for them, the cold was only a brief moment.

Most of the time, we drive in the clear, warm and hot seas, and our sense of our surroundings is as clear as the sky.

They can climb the rigging at a leisurely pace, look around as they climb, and stop at a higher point to chat with the person next to them before continuing upward.

In the process of climbing the mast, Meng Hai often had to stop several times to look at the sea or have a heart-to-heart conversation.

In good conscience, Hanwen is not a good lookout, and it can even be said that he is not qualified. The reason for this is that when he was on a lookout mission, he was always thinking about all kinds of problems, and he couldn't concentrate on what he should do.

He couldn't stop thinking and feeling, as for my mission of "finding monsters and speaking out", I never completed them once.

Therefore, it is a loss for a utilitarian ship owner to hire such a person, although he may have other contributions to the cause of fighting monsters.

However, there are often such people on the monster fighting boat, they are tired of it on land, or they are stimulated, or they come to the sea to find excitement, in short, the purpose of they get on the monster ship is not to fight monsters, but because of melancholy or romantic reasons.

A real pirate thinks that fighting monsters is a matter of real skills, not deep thoughts and abundant emotions.

Originally, there might have been a large group of sea monsters not far away, but this young man was so dazed by the undulating waves and thousands of thoughts that he had lost the slightest ability to recognize them.

He was as if he had smoked opium, and he was groggy all day long, and he didn't know where he was, and he regarded the ocean under his feet as a changing picture.

There are countless souls in this picture, and these souls are of all kinds, some strange, some vague, some beautiful, all of them are whale-like things, confusing his mind.

By this time, the young man had actually lost his consciousness, and was just a little angry with himself by leaning on the moving boat.

And what does the ship rely on to make itself angry?

Ocean.

What does the ocean depend on?

Oh, God.

Now it seems that God is the source of all this.

One morning, just after breakfast, the helmsman followed his old habit and walked out of the hatch of the captain's room and went out onto the deck.

This is his old habit, and it is also the habit of many captains in the monster fighting boat, just like the country lord must walk around his territory after eating.

He walked back and forth on the deck, pacing in circles, his leather boots stepping on the deck, and a solid "thump" sounded.

If you pay attention to the circle in which the helmsman often paces, you will notice that there is a circle of dents on the deck, which is the merit of his leather boots.

Please look at the helmsman's head again, and you will find that there are also traces of novelty on his brain, what is it?

Let me tell you, those are the footprints of his mind.

The sound of the helmsman's footsteps sounded regularly on the deck, and all the crew members were familiar with it.

When the helmsman had a difficult problem, the sound of the footsteps seemed to be much louder, and the marks on the deck were a little deeper.

When the helmsman walked on the deck, he was always preoccupied, and every time he moved forward and turned around, it seemed that he had to make a great deal of determination, and it could be seen that his mind was fighting fiercely.

Every movement of him is a reflection of his heart.

The crew had noticed this a long time ago, and they knew that what was in the helm's mind was about to be revealed.

"Have you noticed, the chick in the helmsman's heart has almost pecked through the eggshells, and it is about to come out."

Just as Hanwen and Meng Hai were whispering, the ideological struggle of the helmsman intensified.

He paced the deck one moment, then went into the captain's quarters, and then came out again.

His face became firm and grim.

In this way, the helmsman paced almost the whole day, until the sun was about to set.

At this time, he stood on the edge of the bulwark, and did not move. At the same time, one hand grasps the mast cord.

"Starbuck is dead, please call everyone here."

The helmsman gave orders.

"It's ......"

Starbuck died in some surprise that there was no emergency.

"Call everyone to the stern."

The helmsman repeated again.

Then he looked up again and shouted to the man on the top of the mast, "Come down, man on the top of the mast, come to me." ”

All the people gathered together and stood in front of the helmsman together.