In the eighteenth century, when the Age of Navigation was already in the golden age of capitalist development and the signs of the Industrial Revolution were about to appear, the only way to preserve the water resources of navigation was winemaking, and the rest of the freshwater resources could only be stored in wooden barrels for a long time to deteriorate and grow moss.

If you want fresh fresh water, you can only find freshwater rivers on small islands, and another way to do that is through rainfall.

Gordon returned to the deck after a beautiful breakfast, and the Jackdaw had re-hoisted its sails towards the southern islands.

Dark clouds from the east had begun to cover half of the sky, thunder exploded in the air, and a torrential downpour followed.

It was a strange sight, the sun coexisted with the torrential rain, and less than thirty meters from the Jackdaw, the raindrops caused ripples in the sea, and in the western sky, the sun could be seen.

The gale came from the east, and blew the Jackdaw's course quite deflected, and stirred up a large wave, which was not huge at this time, but this lateral wave was very dangerous.

"Prepare to block the storage compartment!"

This time, Gordon had prepared in advance, and they didn't have much food in the first place, so they couldn't spoil it because of this.

Alan hurried down with a few sailors, and then began to plug the gaps with canvas and oiled paper.

At this time, the heavy rain fell directly on the Jackdaw, the thunder exploded overhead, and the sky completely darkened, like night.

"Hahaha, it's a rare rainstorm, everyone, are you ready?"

Gordon took control of the rudder, then opened the compass with one hand, constantly correcting the course.

......

The rainstorm was getting heavier and heavier, and Gordon was soaking wet, and even his lips were a little blue, but his body still stood straight, his eyes were still sharp, and he could see the course ahead in the instant light of lightning.

"Reef!"

The sailors on the watchtower shouted loudly, pointing straight ahead with one hand.

Kulich on the side quickly pulled out his telescope and saw the situation ahead clearly with the help of this faint light.

A cylindrical reef about three meters tall stood, but it became the deadliest killer in the rainstorm.

"Captain!"

"I know!"

Gordon shouted.

"Raise the half sails, pull them all up for me! All sailors, prepare for the bumps, haha!"

The sailors, drenched in heavy rain, took the slippery rope off the fixed position on the side of the ship, and then pulled it sharply upwards, restraining the sail halfway to the position.

"Right full rudder!"

Gordon jerked the rudder to the right, and with the east wind blowing, the whole ship began to embark on a tailwind.

"Full sails, all lower for me!"

The half-sail is only to turn the bow of the ship faster, and to get out of the position of impact, the only way to get out of the impact position is to re-accelerate with the full sail and stagger the reef.

A huge wave pushed the entire Jackdaw a long distance to the west, and the water washed the entire deck, nearly washing Gordon off the ship.

"Inspector!" the big wave swept away a lot of things on the deck, and even two large fish washed up on the deck.

One sailor suddenly found that the other sailor standing with him was gone, leaving only the sail rope that had not yet had time to be tied.

"Someone ......"

Rumble!!!

A bolt of lightning slashed directly above the jackdaw's head, branching into countless lines in the air, and the ensuing thunder was even more deafening, and the sky was mighty.

"Check the personnel!" Gordon continued to repeat aloud.

"Someone fell overboard!"

Several sailors shouted loudly, directly attracting Gordon's attention.

"Alan, take over the rudder!"

Alan, who had been washed by the sea over and over again, pulling the sail rope underneath, got back to his feet and heard Gordon's shout.

"Yes Captain!"

Then he staggered up the building and took the sails from Gordon.

At this time, Gordon came to the side of the ship with his eyes wide open, trying to find his overboard sailor in this sea full of hurricanes and torrential rains, which was tantamount to making it difficult to reach the sky.

"I'm a captain, I'm going to take everyone home, quick!"

Eagle Eye ......

Even the eagle eye did not play much of a role in this environment, and the heavy rain poured down, directly obscuring the eagle eye, which uses infrared as a sensor.

Boom Boom!!

Another thunderbolt exploded overhead, and if it was unexpected, the height of this thunderbolt should have been no more than eight kilometers, and with this light, Gordon finally locked onto a figure in the middle of the sea holding a plank, and countless seawater struck the sailor's head, and the plank was only like the last straw.

The Jackdaw, which relied on sails to move forward, could not have done anything backwards in such a storm, and now every minute and second counted, and the longer the time passed, the farther they pulled.

"Mickey! ”

"Gordon, you have thought clearly, how can you be saved in this kind of rainstorm......"

Kurich directly grabbed him, the probability of survival is too low, and the people on the boat are difficult to protect themselves, let alone the people in the water.

"I'm the captain, I have their lives on my back, how can I know if I don't gamble?"

Gordon pushed him away, looked at a long rope that was already tied to the mast, tied the other end directly to his belt, and then began to run quickly towards the ship's building.

Every step took almost all his strength, made a splash, and then jumped out of the ship's building and into the sea full of countless wind and waves.

The ship is still heading eastward, and at this time it is not even possible to completely remove the sail, which means that the ship has lost most of its control, and it goes with the flow, which is tantamount to murder in the vicinity of the reef-ridden island of the Bahamas.

The only good news was that the sailors who had fallen into the water were still pushed west by the waves.

Gordon swam towards the position of the man who had fallen into the water, and tried his best to fight the waves, in which case it was simply unrealistic to swim against the current, and he could only make himself drift slowly and wait for the sailor to approach.

"Gordon, hurry up, swim faster!"

He kept cheering himself up, wading through one wave after another, and the goal was getting closer and closer.

The sailor who was carried by the planks watched the departure of the Jackdaw, and had lost any hope of survival, but at this time, he saw his captain struggling in the sea, trying to save him, and felt some tears in his eyes, no captain would do this for an ordinary sailor.

The desire to survive regained the upper hand, and the sailor began to slide his hands and feet on the water to begin to move closer to Gordon.