The weather changes at sea, it's all a matter of moments. Since Liu Laosi put forward the idea of waiting for death collectively, we have been together for less than ten minutes, and the black line that was still on the horizon has reached a place one or two kilometers away from us.

The wind was blowing wantonly, and although we were stepping on an incomparably large ship, compared to the wind and waves approaching in the distance, this ship was still a flat boat after all.

Several of us were huddled together, each of us looking embarrassed, and our bodies were all wet and cold. The big boat is rocking, and there is no sense of security when you look at it.

The fat man spit out the seawater that poured into his mouth, and scolded: "Grandma, fat man, I have been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, do you really have to explain here this time?" ”

"You said it all, it's all over the rivers and lakes, and you should die in the sea." I took a sip and called.

The fat man wanted to speak again, but he didn't know who stepped on his foot, and he was scolded a few times. But a tilt of the ship caused the screams to drown out his foul language.

The big waves slowly approached, and in just a few minutes, we had already seen a wall of water more than 200 meters high, and behind him, a huge tornado could be faintly seen.

"It's ...... It's a dog's head. Suddenly, the captain of the ship and several sailors on the side exclaimed at the same time.

The wind blew through us in a rage, and the fat man didn't hear clearly, so he roared and asked, "What is it?" ”

"Dog's head waves, this boat is about to capsize." Liu Laosi turned his head to look at the fat man and screamed.

The fat man tried hard to squeeze out, but because of the tilt of the hull, everyone was taken back, and the fat man happened to be at the bottom of the crowd, and he almost didn't squeeze his whole body into the wall.

The dog's head wave is actually just a saying, in fact, even decades of old fishermen have never seen it, the wave head of that wave is hundreds of meters high, and the wave head is like a vicious dog with a big mouth, so it gets its name.

In fact, this kind of huge wave is very common in the Pacific Ocean and even other oceans, and generally two special monsoons will collide to form, but the location of this kind of climatic environment is relatively concentrated and fixed, so whether it is a ship route or an aircraft yellow line, these special points will be intentionally avoided.

The old man said and choked a few more mouthfuls of seawater, and fell to the side and spit heavily. I drank seawater not long ago, so I empathize with him now.

"The waves are coming."

With the fat man's shout, the boat under our feet was sucked up as if with suction by the approaching wall of water, and on the side against the waves, there was a wall of water with no top in sight. On the other side, there is a completely flat surface of water.

The possibility of the ship capsizing is very large, and the slope of the hull deck has exceeded forty-five degrees, and we are at the angle formed by the side and deck of the staircase, and this space is still being compressed.

Finally, when the slope of the big ship under our feet reached a critical point, it capsized in the vast sea, and we, who had been squeezed together, were also frantically washed to the deck and the water was scattered.

It was a long process until the ship capsized until I fell completely into the sea, but when I think about it, I feel extremely vague.

The boat we overturned did not sink directly into the Pacific Ocean, because of the influence of the undercurrent in the water wall, the big ship went directly upstream, and was pushed to the cusp by a powerful force.

This gave me the opportunity to look at the sea from this perspective, and believe me, the shock in my mind at that time completely surpassed the fear of drowning.

For some reason, I didn't get out of the hull. Only a faint light allowed me to see, and my hand was gripping the man above.

The great currents were rushing at us, but I could still feel that behind me, there were people who were clutching my ankles like I did, and I knew by feeling that we must be in a state of being like a string of rat cubs biting each other's tails.

The water was very cold, and it was seawater, so I could only open a small slit in my eyes, and the small wounds all over my body were painful because of the pain of being stained with seawater, so that I was very painful during the period before I lost consciousness, and what was worse, the period before I lost consciousness was almost more than an hour.

We kept rolling in the water, and the strength behind us fluctuated, as if someone couldn't hold on and let go, but fortunately, the guy in front of me was still strong.

In the constant trance and sea washing, we experienced several ups and downs, and according to my estimation, the big ship was constantly being carried up to the wave and falling off the wave in an instant.

Under such torture, the big ship has lost its former appearance, and almost two-thirds of it is completely damaged and washed away by the flood. We are also constantly under attack by planks and debris.

The only thing I don't understand is the light in the water, and I know exactly what those things are, they are the creatures that gather at the base of the ship.

But I still don't understand why these fish-like creatures are here. I just knew that at my last death, there were big glowing fish in front of me, and at that time, I didn't even know if I was still holding on to my predecessors, but a thick sleepiness swept through my whole body, until I finally lost consciousness completely.

The dreams were short, and they were all vague images, and when I woke up, they completely dissipated and I couldn't remember, and I was dizzy, and I sneezed a few times, and the sensations that came back from my limbs told me that I was still in the water.

Slowly opening my eyes, the sea is calm, the sun has not fully risen to its highest point, it seems that it is at least the next morning.

The aches and pains all over my body told me that I wasn't dead yet. This is really the best news I have learned in dozens of hours of this trip, such a big wave, the boat is gone, I am still alive, such as when the head is white in a few decades, then this is Lao Tzu's talking point.

With great effort, I climbed up to a piece of wood that I had been holding, the wood was round, because it should be a mast on the ship, I don't know how I managed to catch this life-saving straw when I was dying, but it was because of it that I survived.

The wood was round, so no matter how much I climbed, it would throw me down, and I had to continue soaking in the water.

After nearly a day of bathing, my lower body was as white as if it had been run away, and I thought that if I got to a dry place, I would definitely die of pain.

After a few dozen minutes, I began to wonder if the so-called aftermath was a good thing, because I found that there were no fragments of the ship's hull with me, and there was no one.

I was like a leaf floating in the sea, completely lost in the huge Pacific Ocean. And the chances of being rescued are basically none.

I kept floating on the surface of the sea, but fortunately, there were no sharks that didn't have long eyes to come and find me unhappy. The shark was probably not hungry, but I was hungry after not eating for forty hours.

Until noon, when the sun was over, I was so sunburned by ultraviolet rays that I couldn't lift my eyes. I don't know how many times I slept again, until a sound other than the sound of the waves appeared in my ears, and I woke up from my trance again.

At first, I thought it was already dark, but looking at the red overhead, I realized that it was a fishing boat, a completely different boat from the one we had been on before.

Before I could react, I was hoisted up, literally by a huge iron hook and caught into the boat. Hanging in the air, I saw a lot of people on the deck looking at me, but their faces were not very good.

After being lowered to the deck, I was wrapped in a blanket, which made me feel warm for the first time in more than ten hours in the extreme cold.

Soon I was sent to the cabin, and food and water were brought in. When I entered the cabin and saw the fat old man and a few other sailors, my eyes were red.

None of us spoke, and it was a great honor to be survivors, and we were lucky because not all of us were here, and we could even say that only half of them appeared, and the rest of us didn't have to think about it, and we must have been killed.

Later, I learned that the fat man and the other two sailors had a similar experience to me, except that they were rescued on board earlier than me.

In fact, I found that their location was not far from me, but because there were still some small waves on the sea at that time, I was ignored, and then they continued to search the waters several times before they were lucky enough to find and salvage me.

Speaking of this ship, we are extremely lucky, if it were another day later, maybe we would have become a lonely ghost on the sea.

This is an ocean-going fishing boat, just from the Chilean waters after two years of sea fishing, just about to return, when they ran into a large number of wreckage on the sea, this is the first to find the fat man.

The fishing boat found the fat man and they reported it to the Maritime Safety Bureau, and we drifted on the sea for another three days, and no one else was found, because the search and rescue helicopter also came, and because of the fuel problem of the fishing boat, the fishing boat took us back first.

The fat man didn't speak all day, until he woke me up quietly in the night. In a daze, I was taken to a corner of the ship's deck.

"Oh, what are you doing. Don't let people sleep in the middle of the night. "I'm still not awake.

"Hmph, you're still sleeping, and when you get ashore, you'll only have the life of a squatting number." The fat man leaned on the railing and looked out to sea.

After thinking for a while, I suddenly woke up and quickly asked him what was going on. The fat man took out some things from his pocket, all of which he had brought from the big ship, such as rings, nails, and so on.

"When we left in the afternoon, I secretly heard the people on the boat, we have no record of going to sea, and we have to be searched when we go ashore, and when they ask you, what are you going to say?"

I thought for a moment, "Tell me the truth, what else can I do?" ”

"Who believes your nonsense, as soon as we search our bodies, we can immediately find these things, at least we think we are smuggling, and if we are serious, we will become sea thieves, and we will not be able to get out of prison for a few years."

"So what do you say? I don't want to be guilty. I asked, thinking that was indeed the case. Talking to them about this is no different from saying that you are a psychopath.

The fat man looked around, but no one came: "I've thought about it, let's jump into the sea when we get to the place where we are about to go ashore, the time is almost night, and no one will find out if you move quickly." ”

The fat man was talking to me about this, when suddenly there was the sound of feet on the deck behind us, and when we looked back, a man was standing behind us, and this time, it almost scared us both to death.