"Admiral, the southern part of the island has come to an end!" Mary's voice was melodious enough to reach the entire ship, but not as tense and sharp as the warning.

Wang Mancang didn't reply, walked to the side of the boat, and raised a telescope to observe.

The coastline of the southern part of Hispaniola is getting shorter and shorter, and when it disappears completely, the Mona Strait will appear in front of the white tulips, and the first bend of the race will be in front of you!

The Mona Strait, about 15 kilometers long, is one of the gateway straits connecting the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean, located between the islands of Hispaniola and Puerto Rico, and is the narrowest passage strait in the Caribbean.

Because of the narrowness of the strait and the unstable changes in wind direction and currents, there are often strange phenomena of weak winds accompanied by strong waves, and the largest surges can even reach a height of 15 meters.

In this case, if the ship wants to pass through the Mona Strait, it must sail as fast as possible, and at the same time, it must also fight against the invasion of huge waves.

This complex sea situation makes it very difficult to sail through here, and almost every year there are ships sinking in the Mona Strait, so the Mona Strait is also called the "Sea of Death" by the crews of the Caribbean.

"Uncle (Van der Kamp Jr)?" Takenaka asked as he looked at Wang, who had been holding the telescope for a long time, thinking that he had seen something.

"Hmm. Lao Wang took back the binoculars and said with a solemn expression: "It's almost the sea of death that the Caribbeans say, tsk, it looks like it's sunny and not dangerous." ”

"The course is still due east, do you need to change it now?" Takenaka continued.

"No, let's go a little further east. Lao Wang pondered.

"Why do you have to go east, in that case, aren't we just going around to the outer circle of the turn?" Boss Tan was patrolling the deck near the helm position, and couldn't help but be curious when he heard Lao Wang's words, in fact, Takenaka didn't understand why Lao Wang made such an arrangement.

"Look at the charts. Lao Wang responded briefly, reminded the two of them to call up the nautical chart in the light curtain information, and then cut to the team channel and said: "The Mona Strait is a typical narrow waterway sea condition, in order to maintain the speed in the strait, the ship must hang the sail, but once the sail is raised, the center of gravity of the ship will become higher, in this case, it is very unfavorable to still control the ship in the big waves." ”

Takenaka frowned, the expression on his little face was very twisted, according to Lao Wang Fangcai's description, the sea situation in the Mona Strait is indeed more serious, and if it is not handled well, it is a disaster that destroys the ship, even if they can escape with their lives, for the selectors, they will lose the first game It is a dead end.

"So!" the little guy listened to Lao Wang continue in the team channel, "we have to use the inertia of the ocean current and the ship itself, so that our ship can successfully pass through the Mona Strait with the help of inertia and ocean currents in the state of the smallest sail possible, this is my strategy." ”

Hearing this, Takenaka's eyes suddenly lit up, but the little guy saw the rise of what Lao Wang said, and did not interrupt Lao Wang's words, but continued to wait for him to finish.

Lao Wang controlled the cursor and hit a few dots on the light curtain in the team channel and said: "My plan is as follows, please listen carefully..."

"Captain, is that fool in front of you still heading east? haha, he doesn't know the route of this voyage, does he?"

Less than 1,000 yards behind the stern of the White Tulip, a large multi-masted sail cruiser with four decks was sailing forward at breakneck speed.

A big man stood shirtless on the deck, a bottle of rum about the size of a thermos in his big hand, and sipped it as he sneered mercilessly at the white tulip.

"Convergence, Ivan, it would be incorrect to underestimate any selector. A white man of medium stature and brown hair, standing next to the big man named Ivan, spoke in the sense of rebuke, but his tone was gentle and tight, like a scorn for a naughty child.

"Originally. Dahan Ivan was rough and unrestrained, but he really cared about the words of this middle-aged man, although he still argued, but his attitude clearly showed his absolute obedience to the man.

"Want to fight?" asked softly as the man didn't look at Ivan from beginning to end, but as if he understood Ivan's every expression, his eyes didn't move as he stared at the sea.

"It's a little, though, it's up to Captain Falconi. The big man Ivan swallowed another mouthful of rum and said, "This thing is sweet and relish, not as strong as vodka." ”

"Aha, I also know that vodka is good, but none of us expected that sailing would make you drink so much, and now that the resources are exhausted, there is no vodka for sale in this 17th-century world of trials, so go back and have a good drink." Falconi patted Ivan on the shoulder.

"There's no captain here, as long as there's something to drink, it's fine for me. Ivan took another sip of rum and said to Falconi, "Captain, why do you keep following this group? Ivan asked.

"Quite simply, because they were the first team of pickers we found when we came out of the Colosseum. Falconi explained.

"Even so, captain, they are also going to sea in the crowd that follows the crowd, and even in such a crowd, they are relatively weak, you look at their ranking, this is already the last in the team, isn't this the weakest performance of all the contestants?" Ivan looked thick, not like a type with a good brain, but it was also reasonable to say it.

"Ivan, you are wrong this time, I only want to ask you one question, since we have been following them, have you encountered even one battle for such a long time?" said Falconi as he looked at the sea seriously.

The big man stopped drinking, scratched his scalp and said, "It seems... It doesn't seem to be. ”

"That's right, that's right, Ivan, I don't know what the combat effectiveness of this so-called weakest person is, but in terms of route selection, it is definitely much more powerful than the interactive character surveyor on our ship. Falconi patted Ivan and said, "So, let's continue to follow, follow their route, wait until we reach the mouth of the strait, and then change to our scheduled route, and now, help me back to the cabin to rest." ”

Falconi held out a hand, his emerald green eyes still staring blankly at the surface of the sea - he was blind.