In the next few days, except for the knight cultivation who couldn't be thundered early in the morning, Ai Wen soaked under the mast, learning and practicing a little bit to digest the knowledge and experience taught by the sail rope chief Jab.

Strictly speaking, a sailboat cannot generate its own power, but can only rely on the wind and currents outside. Therefore, no matter whether the wind strength or direction changes, you need to adjust the sails in time, otherwise it will become a Buddha drift if you are not careful, and there is even a risk that the boat will capsize.

While bringing a huge workload to the crew, Aven also has a lot of opportunities to practice. And this guy relied on his high physical fitness, and also robbed a lot of sail sailors' work, others need rigging pulled by several people, and he can pull it alone.

Humble and studious, he could talk to even the lowest sailors, and Evan soon became one with the crew of the sail crew, and at the same time, his own sail control skills improved rapidly.

At least with the help of a digital vision, as long as you have learned something once, you don't need to talk about it a second time, and you can distinguish changes in wind direction, wind speed, wave height, etc., which are better than those of the old crew, and the sail rope chief Jabu dares to let him command and control a section on the calm sea.

Up to now, the digital vision has really helped Ai Wen a lot, whether it is the parameterization of external things, the identification of details, or its own attributes are extremely useful abilities, and Ai Wen no longer has the initial dislike for it...

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and it is another peaceful day.

The Silver Wing is already nearly a third of its cruising range.

Because he has been sailing on the routes of offshore merchant ships, he has seen a lot of merchant ships, but the pirate ships that Evan has always wanted to use to test his skills have not seen a single one.

Thinking about it, it is also close to the naval port, and it is the place where the naval power is the strongest. For example, the last time I encountered the Blood Anchor in a place where offshore shipping was flourishing, it was really just a small probability event, and most pirates didn't dare to run here to die until it was urgent.

Stepping on the tail of the early morning, after Ai Wen's workout, he habitually climbed to the lookout platform to look at the sea, and the sea surface sparkled in the slight morning light was unusual.

Just because there is no shelter on the sea, it gives the feeling that the sun rises much earlier than on land.

"Where's the pirate?" said to himself as the sea breeze blew in his face, and Evan muttered to himself expectantly.

"Hey, boy, isn't it good that the world is peaceful?" Gehr, who also got up early behind him to patrol the battleship, patted Evan's shoulder.

Aven, who was too focused to notice someone coming, laughed when he heard this, he didn't dare to say that he wanted to find a few pirates to try his skills.

Fighting pirates is not storytelling, as long as there are casualties in battle, the sea is never a place of peace and tranquility. Whether it's piracy, disease, bad weather, or something unspeakable that hides beneath the sea, it's all the enemy that threatens the lives of seafarers.

A normal fourth-class battleship carried 350 people, but the crew of the fifth-class ship "Silver Wing" that was transferred with Gehr was less than 200 at that time.

"Uncle Gehr, there's a situation!" was about to ask Gehr about the strange news on the ocean, when the corner of Aiwen's eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the anomaly on the sea, and he shouted loudly with a feeling that he didn't know whether to be nervous or excited.

"Calm down!"

Gehr snorted softly, and raised the brass-shelled monoculars in his hand to look in the direction of Aven's finger.

Broken planks, wood chips, canvas, buckets, crates, and all sorts of other debris float on the surface of the water with the current. The experienced Gehr immediately judged that this was the trace of a shipwreck.

"Level 3 combat readiness!"

"Bell, bell, bell......" Evan obeyed the order and immediately sounded the alarm.

The two then slid down the mast and ran to Gehr's command position with the best view from the stern, where the rudder was.

Hearing the sound of alarm bells, the Silverwing, which was still a little quiet in the darkness before dawn, looked like a giant beast that had suddenly been awakened. Countless crew members poured out of the cabin like a tidal wave and rushed to their respective jobs.

Originally, Evan thought that the crew under the command of Captain Joseph on the Yellow Bird was already very well-trained, but after seeing the actions of the sailors of the Silverwing, he realized that the standard of training should be redefined.

There is no need for Gelduo to speak, just standing in his command post like a needle in the sea, and everyone below knows what they should do and who to cooperate with. In an instant, the Silver Wing was like a clockwork gear machine, the gears snapped together and turned into a real war machine.

"Raise the sails, turn the rudder!"

The Silverwing, under the manipulation of the crew, deftly made a circle, and sailed in the direction where the debris had drifted from.

Soon, the crew of the Silver Wing had seen the scene of the merchant ship's wreck.

The broken sailboat was torn apart and floated silently on the sea, flags, broken planks, and cargo in wooden boxes floating everywhere, but not a single body could be found.

"It seems to be a merchant ship from Palos. ”

Already an experienced veteran crew member recognized by the style of the ship and the broken flag, this is a merchant ship that also belongs to the kingdom of Palos in the Tulip Alliance. I just don't know what happened to them, and the ship is not much different from being shattered, which is an effect that pirate artillery can never make.

"Your Excellency, something seems to be wrong. Chief Tellus frowned.

A bizarre guess had already crossed his mind, but he was a little unsure, after all, it was a threat that ocean-going vessels could only encounter in the open sea.

In offshore waters, where shipping is booming but marine resources are scarce, it should be unlikely.

"Second level alert!" Hearing the navigator's words, Gehr himself of course had some guesses, and decisively gave the order.

Orders were passed on to all parts of the ship, and at this time, whether combatants or not, the crews took out their muskets and reloaded them with ammunition to deal with the enemy who might appear at any time.

While everyone on the boat was nervously preparing. At some point, a layer of mist began to rise on the surface of the sea, and visibility began to decrease.

In fact, after all this time, the sun should have risen by now, but the sea gradually darkened in everyone's view, and the Silverwing had to lower its sails and slow down to avoid accidentally hitting something.

"Click, click, click....."

At this moment, a strange mechanical sound suddenly came from Geer's arms.

Aivan, who was standing behind Gehr, looked over suspiciously, and found that Uncle Gehr's face had changed, and he took out a silver thing like a pocket watch from his bosom with a solemn expression.