The short breeze time passed quickly. The Silver Sword Brave and the Lady of Passion, with their sails refurbished, galloped south one after the other with the help of the current. The air currents from the open side made Barrett's mood happy—in such tailwind conditions, it was difficult for the Northland pirates and military to keep up with the Cadillacs.

The sea is vast, and even if you know the route, it is not easy to intercept two passing merchant ships. If you are at a disadvantage in terms of speed, the chances of success will immediately go from slim to not thinking too much. Thinking of this, Barrett finally had a feeling of escape, and his mood became extraordinarily relaxed.

Since entering the Northland, he has been fighting, fighting, and fighting all the way to the present, and he has never rested much. Barrett is not the kind of battle maniac in the true sense, so it is inevitable that he will be bored. While fighting was indeed the most effective way to improve his strength and obtain resources, he already felt that he should take a break and relax his tense nerves a little—after all, people should always find themselves something less bloody and violent.

It's a pity that there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck. I finally took advantage of the tailwind to catch up with the itinerary pulled down two days ago, but before the players' faces could show a smile. The original blue and white sea and sky suddenly seemed to be poured into a bottle of ink. The experienced captain Danny Evans immediately sounded the alarm bell in the stern.

The lookouts who had noticed this earlier had already climbed out of the lookout, and they had fastened themselves to the mast on the treadlines, and began to slightly retract the fully unfurled sails. The sailors on the deck scrambled up the rope ladder one by one, as if trying to get rid of the dozen or so white sails on the three masts before the storm came.

At the same time, another group of seafarers poured from the cabin onto the deck. However, they did not embark on the climbing journey of their predecessors, but the bits and pieces of the neatly arranged deck. The barrels and crates containing them were securely fastened to the deck with hemp rope.

Similar work was going on in the cabins below deck, where the seamen were busy reinforcing the lower edge of a barrel pile. This allows them to be more securely fixed in the soft sand of the ballast. The portholes were also urgently closed at this time, and the pieces of cloth that countered the water ingress were stuffed into the gap between the two.

Hearing the panicked footsteps outside, Clematis rushed out of the cabin to take a look, and met an oncoming sailor. The pastor, who noticed their nervous faces, left, asked, "What happened?" Could it be that it was attacked by pirates? ”

Before the sailor could reply, the two Aboriginal couples in the cabin who were helping to take care of the children left with a change of face. As civilians, most of the things they are most worried about are the villains who gallop across the ocean. But when the sailor spoke, their mood was much more stable: "Miss Pastor." We're about to have a storm. Ask a few people to help you prepare. ”

Unlike the civilians around him, Klematis, who knew more or less about seamanship, knew that storms were far more terrible in the eyes of seafarers than pirates. Because the latter can also compete with strength, and those who are easy to talk can also pay tolls to clear customs. In addition to dealing with it properly, the latter needs to pray for the protection of the gods - no amount of preparation can stop the earth-shattering waves.

Hearing this, Clematis immediately turned back to the cabin and shouted, "Hurry up and secure the child with a rope ......."

Before several people in the cabin could react, Clematis picked up a child and started first. Her actions immediately led to the rest of the group joining the work.

While the Silver Sword Brave and the Lady of Passion were busy adjusting their sails and securing their belongings for the storm. The dark clouds that piled up on the horizon were like ink dripping into the water, drifting and spreading towards the two sailing ships. The blue sky seemed to have lost the sun's affection, rapidly darkening and darkening.

With the Silver Sword Brave and the Lady of Passion entering the range of the storm. The bean-sized raindrops were accompanied by a strong wind. Like fluttering curtains, they swept over the two sailboats again and again. The sound of 'crackling' raindrops crashing on the deck and on the side of the ship kept ringing.

The drain holes on both sides of the ship were constantly spraying out in an arc-shaped column of water, but it was still unable to drain the accumulated rainwater in time. Barrett, who was bobbing and unearthing on the deck, felt the ankle-high water, and realized that the threshold of the cabin entrance could no longer stop them. This rainwater began to flow down the hatch to the cabins below deck.

"Shouldn't you kid take shelter in the cabin? This storm is no joke. Captain Jody Lamond, who saw Barrett on the stern deck, was reminding Barrett with his loud voice.

Barrett, who turned around, smiled: "Don't worry! I'm measured in this regard. I won't trouble you. ”

"Be careful yourself!" Captain Jody Rammond, who felt that he had done his duty, had to go back and deal with his own business. After all, he still has more important things to deal with at the moment, how can he waste time on Barrett!

"Whoa...... Wow...... "Wow" was accompanied by the baptism of strong winds and torrential rain. The long-silent sea finally let out a roar of its own. The raging currents clung to the waves and threw them viciously towards the Silver Sword Brave and the Lady of Passion.

Captain Jody Lamond, who was holding the rudder, quickly turned the control tool in his hand. The rudder of the sailboat, towed by it, began to struggle with the waves. The pointed bow that was adjusted. Like a ploughshare ploughing the field, it cut through the dark water, stirring up a few waves that were still white. The first killing rod of this storm was easily defused by Captain Jody Rammond's skillful response.

However, Captain Jody Lamond's light-hearted performance immediately thrilled the already emotional ocean. Then the huge gray waves surged in, striking the sides of the ship with a vengeance. Each impact was accompanied by a loud 'bang' and a painful groan of the wood'. The splash that could not be regarded as a futile return then surged up and jumped high. Then it scattered earth-shatteringly.

On this sea, which is like a galloping horse, the Silver Sword Brave and the Lady of Passion have endured impact after impact. They were so undulating and swaying that even the most seasoned sailors had to hold on to the fixations around them to stabilize their figures. On the main deck, Barrett was like his legs were fixed to the plank, no matter how bumpy and undulating. No matter how stormy it is, it will not move.

It's a pity compared to Barrett, who is handsome on deck. The players in the cabin don't have that much in the way. Seawater continued to seep in from the closed and sealed portholes. The rain pouring in from the deck also flowed in all directions beneath your feet. While maintaining his physical and mental Klaimatis, he also had to pay attention to the state of those children. So she had to pull all her companions over to help.

The small cabin was immediately overcrowded, and the cries of the children were more disturbing than the jolting hull. Before the players who were temporarily pulled into the strong men had time to complain about the drudgery, they had to grab the fixed objects around them and put them into work.

Suddenly, a wave came in. The Cadillac sailing boat, several hundred tons, as light as a feather, glides to the summit. With a sudden upward impact, even the dwarves with a low center of gravity and a solid territory were tossed to the ground. The catboy who was thrown on the roof of the cabin relied on his agile skills and bent his calves to alleviate the impact.

But then a whirlpool suddenly sank, and the 'Lady of Passion' immediately fell into the depths of the trough. The impact was followed by a brief period of weightlessness, and Clematis and Claudia collided immediately. The anvil was just about to rise and fall again, and Rielly clung to a pillar and did not dare to move.

Under the influence of this storm, the sailboat tossed and turned wildly—the sea had just thrown it over the waves. Then it plunged into the treacherous churning waters. It's like the autumn wind playing with a fallen leaf, not giving it any chance to resist. Affected by this, the hemp ropes that fixed the items on the ship were all tense, as if they might not be able to withstand the tension and break at any time.

Suddenly, I saw a huge wave of today roaring towards the deck of the 'Lady of Passion', and Barrett, who realized that the situation was not right, touched the dressing ring in his hand. Immediately, he held the 'Broken Peak' and waved a dazzling cold light upward. It's just that in front of the rushing sea, this cold light is so small. So much so that Barrett was only able to secure a small piece of safe space for himself.

With the baptism of this huge wave, the main deck, which had been fixed and neat, was in shambles. The barrels were either knocked off or shattered. Although some of the debris had been washed down the deck with the sea, some of it remained in Barrett's field of vision, along with the broken hemp rope. But even more troubling are the seafarers who were knocked off the deck by the waves. In this environment, the ships are powerless to rescue them, and they are more than lucky.

At the same time, a large amount of seawater poured into the cabin, and the people living below the deck immediately felt the rise in the water level. Immediately afterwards, the sturdy planks of the bottom of the ship were finally partially unable to withstand the repeated attacks of the huge waves. Problems are starting to arise. The "bang, bang, bang" fracture god is difficult for players to detect in this noisy sea, but the experienced ship's target is keenly aware of this danger.

As soon as their faces changed, they immediately organized a repair class, and poured into the repair passage with wood and tools. They used their experience, sweat and life to fight to the death against the churning waves. As more and more water became available in the cabin, the pumps of the Lady Passion also turned with the efforts of the seafarers, and the chain-driven leather bolts continued to carry the water in the cabin to the parallel drainage pipes. Although in the current situation, such a job seems to be a drop in the bucket. However, it still alleviated the rate of rise in the water level in the cabin.

All the seafarers on both sailing ships worked together. They stand at their own posts and perform their own tasks, like perfectly riveted gears, so that the two machines run at high speed and non-stop......

The weather on the sea was like a little girl's face changing, and the amazing storm lasted less than an hour before fading at an alarming rate. The howling wind is getting smaller. The bumpy hull of the ship was flattening, and the raindrops that whipped everything began to disappear. As the dark curtain that shrouded the sky was dispelled by the bright sun. The experience just now is a nightmare that ends, and it doesn't feel so real.

But when Captain Jody Lamond began to count the damage, the illusory bubble was immediately punctured, and the cruel reality was immediately revealed to everyone. Three sailors of the Lady Passion alone had been knocked off deck in the storm and waves just now – looking at the empty sea except the waves, everyone knew that there was no way to save them.

In addition, the number of seafarers injured by the impact of debris and the number of seafarers injured by the rope whipping and falling is also as high as 10. The statistics here are for the injured who will affect their work before they recover. Those bruises that are blue and purple but do not affect their daily work, but they have to fulfill their obligations as usual. Thankfully, the player and the Aboriginal passengers survived the storm relatively safely. After all, unlike seafarers, who need to stick to their posts, they have more energy to protect themselves.

In addition to the loss of personnel, the material damage of the Lady of Passion was no small either. Needless to say, the bottles and cans on the deck - all the troops were wiped out in this regard. There were also several broken barrels of the cargo below deck that needed to be refilled. In this process, there will inevitably be various inevitable losses. However, the most serious was the damage to the waterline of the hull and a completely torn sail.

—————— wait to make up for it————

In addition to the loss of personnel, the material damage of the Lady of Passion was no small either. Needless to say, the bottles and cans on the deck - all the troops were wiped out in this regard. There were also several broken barrels of the cargo below deck that needed to be refilled. In this process, there will inevitably be various inevitable losses. However, the most serious was the damage to the waterline of the hull and a completely torn sail.

All the seafarers on both sailing ships worked together. They stand at their own posts and perform their own tasks, like perfectly riveted gears, so that the two machines run at high speed and non-stop...... (To be continued.) )

PS: Wait to make up for it. Thanks to "Yue Ren Yutian", "Altar Fat Biao", "Paladin Xiaoqi", "Cangzhi Phoenix", "Cream Mouse" and "Chen Tianxin" and other 6 for the big monthly pass. At the same time, thank you for the big reward from "lazy Ying Long".