Life at sea has not changed much, but the weather is slowly getting cooler, and you have to pay more attention when sailing. In fact, the East China Sea is not as cold as imagined, even in winter, it may not freeze, but I don't know why the climate is abnormal these days, just in winter, I feel that the navigation is not very smooth, and I catch up with the fog for a few days, and the temperature is pitiful.

Every now and then, the captain would go out of the cabin and look up at the sky with his waist crossed, and I knew he was worried about a typhoon. In a low-pressure weather like this, no one can guarantee what will happen next, the fog crumbles our space into a hemisphere, and the captain has no good way but to make a simple guess about the next weather based on the direction of the wind.

"Alas," he entered the cabin and sat down not far from me, lowered his head and said, "It's better to stay in Ling Xin's place for a few more days, the current weather, it seems that we still have to dock as soon as possible." ”

I know it's not just me, but the captain is haunted by the last rainstorm, and it's not uncommon to die in the sea, but by human instinct, no one wants to experience those terrible things all the time.

I helped the captain find the map and glasses and handed them to him, compared to Ling Xin's previous position, we walked a long way to the north-east, he estimated our current position, and chose a place, planning to go there. The location of the island is not far from us, and if it goes well, it won't take a few days to get there. The most important thing for the so-called success is that the wind direction remains unchanged, and if there is a sudden headwind, I am afraid that I will have to choose a new place.

After another two days, the fog that had gradually faded became heavier again, and the wind that had been blowing northeast changed direction. The captain stepped out of the cabin and frowned into the distance, according to the current wind, if we had rowed hard, we should have been able to reach the pre-determined spot, but now the visibility was extremely low, and we could not accurately determine the direction.

He went back to the cabin and pulled out the map. The selected islet is in the southeastern corner of an archipelago that is crescent-shaped from north to east in the sea in front of us. This means that we keep going north, even if we get a little bit to one of the archipelagos.

Taking advantage of the fact that the wind had not changed much, the old captain and I rowed slightly north in the original direction.

The cold wind through the fog hits us like a poisonous snake spitting letters, and in the sea in this weather, no matter how thick we wear, the heavy moisture will seep into the innermost layer of the clothes, providing a passage for the cold to reach the body. The old captain didn't care about any of this, as if he were steel, and I shivered from the cold even if I wore a plastic coat. Whenever this was the case, the captain told me not to come out of the cabin, but now we had to paddle hard at the same time to make sure we reached the islands ahead.

'Will Qingya be cold?' A gust of wind passed through my body, and I couldn't help but think of the place and the person who was full of camellias, and maybe she was the only one who could make her a little warmer. It's also a good distraction, and if there's anything that makes me regret leaving there, it's definitely not because of the bad circumstances or the horrible death, it's that I can't keep my promise to see her again. The old captain once said, "A man on the sea cannot live long without faith." I deeply understand this sentence, it turns out that my belief is the old captain, but now when I think of the elegant face, I have another reason to live.

I turned my head to look at the captain who was rowing in the distance with a resolute face, not knowing what his faith was, maybe it was the sea, or maybe it was someone or something. Whatever it was, it was an extremely powerful spiritual pillar that would allow him to be fearless from any danger that would kill him. In fact, I have never been afraid of death, people who die for a lifetime will never consider "death", we only have "life" in our eyes.

The further the boat rowed forward, the more it seemed to deviate, and we were now trying to go north, even though we were working hard to the northeast. The captain said that the wind should be eastward, as long as it is not southeast, it is not too bad, and as long as we row hard, we should still reach the established island.

After another day or so, the two of them went from working together to alternating with each other, and finally both were exhausted. I had never seen a captain so tired before, as if he had exerted his greatest strength, but he could not move the water as fast as a child. I staggered to my feet, dragged my weak body into the cabin, and found a loaf of bread and a jug of fresh water. As soon as I stepped out of the cabin, a huge wave of moisture enveloped the dough into a mass of water, and I hurriedly carried it into my arms, and against the cold wind, I brought it to the captain.

"Now we'll have to try our luck." The captain took the bread and did not eat it, and said in a heavy tone: "With the strength of the current wind, we will definitely not reach our destination if we row northwest, so we will insist on going north, and if we are lucky, we can still run into a small island." ”

I nodded, and motioned for the captain to eat the bread first, but he insisted on not going back to the cabin to rest, for fear that the weather would suddenly change, so that he could find out as soon as possible, so that he could prepare as soon as possible.

He took two bites and stuffed the whole bread into his mouth, took the kettle and poured a few more sips, and then rowed hard. I also picked up the oars and paddled to the captain's rhythm as best I could, but the fog made it impossible for us to judge how far we were from the archipelago, and this despair was not the first time that this feeling of despair had appeared at sea, and only by rowing forward hard could we have any hope of survival.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger to the east, and the captain and I had exhausted all our strength and lay on the deck panting, and I turned my head to look at the old captain lying beside me, who also looked at me sideways, gave me a look, and motioned for me to go back to the cabin. I struggled to get up and crouched over to help him as he lay down, knowing that it was useless to row any longer, and that I could only wait for the wind to stop and see where our boat would drift before proceeding with the rest of my plan.

I went into the cabin with the captain, who leaned against the door of the cabin, and from time to time opened the door a little slit, and looked outside. This time it's pretty good compared to the last time, at least it's on the boat, not as cold as in the sea. I opened a small box in the bottom corner of the suitcase, which contained the biscuits that Qingya made for me, and I went to her with Ling Xin last time, but I was reluctant to eat it, so I put it in the package.

I don't know if I miss her or I'm afraid that I'll never see her again, but my nose suddenly soured after taking a bite of a biscuit. I looked up at the old captain, who pointed to the futon next to me, meaning to let me sleep for a while. I was still thinking about the captain, but my exhausted body gradually warmed up in the cabin, and I couldn't help myself to make other decisions, so I lay down on the mattress and covered the quilt. In less than a minute, I was asleep.