There is an additional file called "church" in the Ghost folder, all of which are in English. But this is not a problem for Aoki, his English is so good that he can even understand some English slang that does not belong to this era. Although he was baffled by the fact that he knew a lot of foreign languages, it was not a bad thing.

The document in the file is indeed Captain Church's diary, but it is not very long. It stands to reason that the research ship has been out for so long, and the captain likes to write diaries, there should not be only a few, I don't know if the diaries are too broken and difficult to repair after being soaked in water, or if only so much is left after screening and removing useless information.

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Church's Diary I

Winters in New Zealand weren't very cold, and lo and behold, my first mate, Anderson, wore only a waistcoat over his shirt, and the sleeves were rolled up high to reveal the same tanned skin as his face. But I know that's not the case with him. He's white!

He went fishing again with a fishing rod and bucket. To be honest, his level of fishing is not very good. His method of fishing was only suitable for fishing in a small boat in Venice, where the fish were not as docile as those in the river. But Anderson didn't listen to me, he just liked to use his little rod and bucket, and sit on the reef or the side of the boat like a dying old man. I know he doesn't care if there are fish or not, he just enjoys it. Don't look like an old kid, he's an old sailor, he has a lot of experience at sea, and if he wasn't so keen on fishing, I think he would have been a captain a long time ago! You don't have to be my deputy to this day, maybe I'll be his deputy!

We've been in the Port of Auckland for two weeks, and the Discovery has refueled and added some new equipment. The reason why we haven't left yet is because we still have to wait for an important person, the captain of this expedition - Mr. Stephen Robbins.

I don't know exactly where this gentleman is, but the whole ship is waiting for him, and he must be a great man. But I don't care if he's a saint or a fairy, I just hope he'll have a good temper, and not be like Lady Larry, who is already on board, with a straight face all day long, as if anybody owes her two hundred pounds.

Of course, I know that the Discovery is a scientific research ship, and the people who come here are scientists and professors, and I respect them and wish them good luck. But on board, they have to listen to me about sailing at sea, or everyone will be in big trouble.

To be honest, I'm not happy with the ship's name. Isn't Discovery the name of a flying machine? I can't remember if it was Mars or Pluto, but it must have been NASA kids. I think it's better to name a ship after a navigator, such as the Magellan, or the Zheng He, the names of heroes who have conquered the seas are enough to deter all the demons and monsters in the sea. And the Discovery? It seems that we are not going to the sea, but the starry sky, another universe, oh my God, why do I feel faintly uneasy? What's wrong with me!

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Church's Diary II

How bustling Auckland looks! If I hadn't sailed the Pacific Ocean all year round, I would never have believed that New Zealand was just an island. Of course, compared to where we're going now, the island of New Zealand is big enough.

In the days leading up to leaving the Port of Auckland, I was observing my crew and trying to get along with them. You know, we're going to be on the ship together for many days.

Our destination is 1,750 nautical miles from the port of Auckland, and it will take at least 6 days for the Explorer to get there, and that's with the Poseidon blessing that everything goes well. However, the voyage at sea has never been so smooth, as today, when suddenly it snowed. It was nothing, and the New Zealand Meteorological Service told us not to worry, and that there would be no bad weather in the next few days within 300 nautical miles of the Port of Auckland, just a cold snowfall.

But we are going to a faraway land 1,700 nautical miles away. Thankfully, we were all scientists on board, and they got in touch with the U.S. Weather Service to prove that the weather wouldn't be too bad all the way ahead. However, this widespread cold snow still affected everyone's mood, and no one wanted to leave, and certainly did not want to go back to Auckland Harbor to hide, because returning to the sea did not bode well for a ship that was about to sail away.

It's not easy to see snow in the North Island of New Zealand, and I've heard that it often snows in the South Island, but I don't want to go there, it's close to the Antarctic Circle, and there are often ice fles at sea, so it's not a pleasure to sail there.

We temporarily docked the Discovery in Port Fitzroy, which is much smaller than Auckland. There are no bustling coastal cities and busy boat docks, except for dark reefs and the vast sea as far as the eye can see. The snow here is very different from Auckland, let alone on a distant continent.

We watched the snow for a whole day and everyone was excited.

Yes, the snow at sea is mesmerizing. I've seen the blizzards raging in Siberia and Alaska, the gentle snow on the banks of the Thames, the hard snow in the Alps, the melt-in-the-...... in southern China, but I've never been as fascinated by snow as the snow in the Pacific.

When a large cluster of cold current low clouds is blown by the wind, the bright sunshine, blue sky and spectacular cold current clouds complement each other. The snowstorm in front of you dances in the wind like a huge velvet shawl hanging down from the gods, and if you turn your head slightly, the sun will break through the holes in the clouds, revealing a vast blue sky.

The clouds spread low over the sea, floating above us like a witch's blanket, and large snowflakes fell from the sky, fell on the surface of the sea, glittered with a sparkling light, and magically disappeared. The people on the boat screamed excitedly, like children who had touched Christmas presents from their stockings, and even Mrs. Larry, who had never been a smiling man, grinned, except for my first mate, Anderson, who was unleashed his rod and net and sat on the side of the boat to catch a fish. I said to him, Anderson, you're too bad to look at. Anderson, however, said that this is called the unity of heaven and man. I don't think anything other than a thunderstorm can discourage him from fishing.

More and more snow is flying in the sky, blocking our vision, and only a white expanse is left between the sky and the earth. I asked the crew to go back to the cabin because winters in the South Pacific are usually not too cold, so everyone didn't wear much. I'm really worried that they're going to get sick, and getting sick on a long voyage can be a headache.

But Mr. Robbins said, let them stay a little longer, for God's sake!

I knew that they were all scientists, that they were not lacking in medical knowledge, and that there was enough medicine on board, so I said that's fine, but everyone had to give me a bowl of ginger syrup for a while.

This is the method taught to me by an old sailor from China - if you get sick at sea due to the cold and wet, at first, you should immediately boil a bowl of soup with ginger and brown sugar and drink it, and it would be better if you could add a little peppercorns. This old method has worked so well that it has helped me and my crew through it countless times, and even if you don't get sick, it can keep you warm, better than wine.

By the time I write these words, the snow is still falling. The excitement of everyone seems to have passed, and they have all returned to the cabin to rest at this moment. Only Anderson was still fishing there, though he didn't catch any of them. And Mr. Robbins, who came to the deck from time to time and looked a little apprehensive.

I said to him, sir, don't worry, we will not be affected by a maximum of one day's delay.

Mr. Robbins said, "No, I'm not worried about the trip, I just think it's a strange cold snow."