Church's Diary X

The fog had been going on for two days and one night, and it showed no sign of dissipating.

Robbins pre-lifeman lowered the underwater robot in an attempt to get it to find the location of the ruins first. It was a crab-like thing, the size of a dining table, with six mechanical arms that could easily crawl and retrieve things. The "eyes" at the front of its body can stretch like a snail's antennae, and two cameras are housed there.

They all called it "The General".

The general dragged a long tail line to the Discovery's bilge, which was used to transmit signals to the ship. The target of the ruins is more than 300 meters underwater, and the sea water blocks the radio waves, so even long-wave waves cannot be carried out, and the signal can only be received through a fiber optic cable.

As a result, the bottom of the Discovery ship is like a long tentacle sticking out, and at the end of the tentacle is a steel crab. The crab led the Discovery slowly along.

However, the general swam in the water for a day and did not find any ruins.

Mr. Robbins, though always a good gentleman, could tell that he was apprehensive. At noon, he and Mrs. Larry came to see me and Anderson to discuss whether to expand the search, such as sending a small manned submarine.

Mrs. Larry insisted on going to the sea, saying that the sea fog would not affect the underwater work, and that the meeting in Copenhagen was about to take place, and that we were still waiting for the results of the Discovery's expedition, but we could not even find a place.

Mr. Robbins had reservations. He is an expert on the oceans and is very concerned about the origin of the fog. He said that the sea fog in the South Pacific is concentrated in the westerly drifting ocean south of 40°S, which usually occurs in spring and summer, and we are now in winter in the Pacific Ocean at 30°S.

To be honest, I think this fog is too strange. Although I can't explain it in a scientific way like Mr. Robbins, my experience tells me that there shouldn't be such a fog at this time, let alone so persistent.

Robbins wondered if there would be any bad weather changes or other unforeseen things happening in the wake of this strange fog. We haven't found the buoy right now, meaning that our location could be a mile or more away from the seafloor ruins. At this time, the personnel went to the sea with equipment, and in the event of an accident or a storm at sea, it was very difficult to rescue.

Mrs. Larry says that waiting here alone won't solve the problem, and if the fog doesn't clear for a week, will it have to wait for a week? Fog is an atmospheric phenomenon that has nothing to do with seawater and does not affect underwater operations.

They all looked at me, which made me a little embarrassed. Although I am the captain of the ship, Robbins is the captain of the expedition, and they are in charge of the expedition, and I am only responsible for driving the ship to the designated position and returning safely.

But since they want to hear my opinion, of course I have to say something. Just when I was weighing the gains and losses, Anderson, who had been silent, suddenly said, this is the world's most advanced research ship, with the most advanced equipment, connected to the most advanced satellites in the sky, and the world's top scientists, but I can't find a submarine ruin that has been discovered, has clear coordinates, and has been marked? Accept the reality! You know it doesn't exist, do you?

His words were as harsh as fingernails scraping across a blackboard, yet neither Robbins nor Mrs. Larry refuted them.

Seeing that they were silent, Anderson continued, "You said you saw Ghost Island, what about Ghost Island?" You say there are underwater ruins, but what about the ruins? You know they don't exist, but you don't want to admit them! Okay, I'm going to go fishing, and you decide what to do, oh yes Church, let me know when you get the result.

After Anderson was gone, there was a long silence in the cabin. Finally, Robbins looked at Mrs. Larry and said that Professor Silva wouldn't lie to us. Mrs. Larry also said, "I also believe Professor Silva, that something must have gone wrong with us."

I said, "So what did we go wrong?"

This question bothered me and to this day, I still can't sleep. God forbid, I hope the problem is not with me, after all, it is my boat.

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Church's Diary XI

Today is a day of great joy and sorrow, and we have experienced a true song of ice and fire.

In the wee hours of the morning, the "General" finally made a discovery. The watchman in charge of monitoring let out an exclamation that woke everyone up like an air raid siren. I followed the crowd into the surveillance room and saw that the surveillance screen showed the outline of a reef covered with coral, and there were some ridged rocks scattered among them.

Someone started shouting excitedly, this is it! There it is!

At this time, the sonar detector and the magnetic sonde also reacted. The personnel involved immediately proceeded, and all instruments and electronics were turned on. Through some kind of advanced technology, what was detected by sonar and magnetism was combined with what was captured by the camera, and I saw the outline of an underwater reef with three-dimensional lines on my computer screen. On the surface of this reef, there are rocks that appear to be buildings, as well as caves.

Miraculously, there is a huge triangular funnel in the center of the reef. As the computer keeps calculating and simulating, the details of this funnel become clearer and clearer. People who have seen it before pointed to it and said excitedly, yes, this is it, it is a pyramid.

Robbins, who had always been calm, also looked a little agitated at this time, but he tried to restrain himself as much as possible. I heard him talking to himself, why didn't our detector detect it before?

I have the same doubts. It stands to reason that such a large place should have been detected a long time ago. But our devices are like falling asleep, and we wake up at almost the same time. I felt like this thing wasn't there all the time, but out of nowhere.

Just when people were excited, confused, or pondering, the lights on the ship flashed a few times, and then the power went out.

It was not yet dawn, and it was very dark in the cabin.

I immediately arranged for someone to go down and overhaul it, and after about twenty minutes, the ship's electrical circuitry was repaired, and the light in the cabin was back on. However, when the advanced instruments and computers were restarted, we found that everything was back to the state it was yesterday, the ruins were gone, and the dark deep sea had nothing but seawater but an endless abyss.

Oh, my God! What's going on? Could it be that in the early hours of this morning, the seventy-three people on the Discovery ship collectively had a dream!?

People kept flapping the machines, and some even shouted hysterically. But all in vain, the instruments rigidly maintain their scientific credo, no is nothing, will not deceive you, even if it is just a white lie to its master, it will never be willing.

It's not the worst, the worst thing is that after dawn, I find out that we are lost.

Although power and equipment were back to normal, the Explorer was unable to connect to GPS and received no radio signals. The maritime telephone also had no signal, and it was impossible to contact any ground organization, as if all the satellites in the sky had disappeared.

Now the Discovery is like a blind man who has lost his blind cane. I didn't know what to do, I could only pray for a miracle. Oh, if only I could be as carefree as Anderson, you see, he's going fishing again.