December 16th

The weather is unknown, no rain, light wind, cold temperatures, south wind, ocean currents from west to east, fleet acceleration, no waves, dense fog

On the 31st day, the fleet was pulled by the ocean current and continued to sail due east, due to the dense fog, the weather could not be determined, the sea surface was lightly windy, a reef group was found nearby, and the sea situation was in crisis. (Logbook)

It's been a terrible few days, and based on the speed and charts, we can be sure that the fleet is still some way from the Misty Sea.

But this boundless sea fog makes me wonder if the chart is wrong, we have entered the confines of the sea of mist, but we don't know it.

There are many reefs nearby, but fortunately there are not many reefs, and since there are reefs, it proves that there may be a small island nearby. The impact on navigation is not very large. But we don't dare to take it lightly, we have been keeping a close eye on the sea.

However, in this gloomy sky, no matter how hard you try, you can't see the situation at the bottom of the sea clearly.

In the face of the threat of reefs, the only way to do this may be to slow down the ship. But because the ships were pulled by the currents, even if the sails were all lowered, the speed of the fleet could not be slowed down much.

Three days earlier, His Excellency Archbishop Venat had ordered the crew of the Martyrdom to bring several large boxes to the Salvation, which I could not understand because of the fog, but I thought that the Angel might have had them as well.

The contents of the box were strange, they were clear glass bottles, topped with cylindrical corks. The bottles also contained some liquid, which was pitch black with a purple glow, which was very strange.

The box was kept by the masters on our ship, and we usually couldn't touch it, and the contents were only seen by chance in the officer's room.

It can only be said that it is very mysterious. I remember picking up a glass bottle, uncorking it and smelling it, and a pungent, disgusting smell hit my face, so frightened that I quickly plugged it back.

One of the masters jokingly said, "It tastes good, isn't it? Wait, you can't drink this now, I'll talk about it in a few days." ”

Is this something for people to drink? Even an animal like a pig that doesn't pick its mouth will just shy away from this kind of thing, right? I just thought he was joking, but for some reason, I cared so much about it.

Is this what people drink? That's the only thought that comes to mind. The reason why I can't forget this joke may be that when the master said this, although there was a smile in the corner of his eyes, he didn't have the slightest sense of joking, right?

Oh my God, God forbid, this must be just my delusion, how can anyone take such a thing seriously?

At this time, I couldn't help but think of what happened half a month ago.

Before, in the tavern on the dock of Haijiang City, Fowler had said that on his shipwreck, didn't those masters hide in the officer's room all day and didn't know what they were doing?

By the way, I remember that the Dharma Master himself drew a boundary for himself, and some of them didn't call themselves alchemists? I heard that those Dharma Masters were like legendary witches, who liked to lock themselves in their houses, hold tongs and pots, and use all kinds of miscellaneous broken things to refine all kinds of strange potions?

Although I always thought that the rumors of witches were just some lady who was terrible at cooking and accidentally making a pungent smell in her house, I always regarded it as a superstitious legend.

But when I think of witches, or alchemists, I think of strange, pungent and foul-smelling liquids......

Oh my God, isn't he joking, he really wants us to drink this stuff? (Captain's Diary)

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December 17th

The weather is unknown, no rain, light wind, cold temperatures, south wind, ocean currents from west to east, fleet acceleration, no waves, dense fog

On the thirty-second day, everything was the same as yesterday, the only change was that it was colder and there were more reefs. (Logbook)

From yesterday noon to now, there have been more and more reefs encountered along the way, and the crew's originally relaxed mood has become worse and worse.

Indeed, anyone with even a little sailing experience can see that there are so many dense reefs that if the ship continues in this direction, it will almost certainly die.

Fortunately, the situation was not terrible, and it seems that Hegel raised this concern to His Excellency the Archbishop, who ordered all the Archmasters on board to be ready for battle.

As for what kind of battle it was, I didn't react at first, and the sailors who heard this order also froze, and almost when I was about to summon all the sailors into the battle position, the mages came to the bow of the ship one after another, releasing one magic after another.

The target of the magic is the reef in front of the bow that threatens the ship's navigation.

It turned out to be just a battle of the masters, but fortunately I was stunned for a while, otherwise it would be very embarrassing to really call all the crew up.

With the help of the mages, the colorful magic that glowed with blinding light shattered the reefs.

The reefs, which had threatened the navigation of ships, had finally been resolved, and the sailors' worries had lessened.

But I know very well that it doesn't do much.

The anxiety of sailors has been aroused, and once people fall into a state of anxiety, they tend to associate something more.

Even if the threat of the reef is lifted, this boundless fog has always aroused the most desperate emotions in people's hearts.

After all, this is the ocean, not the land. Anyone who has never set foot in the ocean will never be able to comprehend the despair that a week of dense fog can bring to people.

I don't know how the other two ships deceived the sailors, but I am the captain of this ship, and no one knows better than me.

The Eastern Continent has been discovered for more than thirty years, and it is no secret that the route to that unknown land is no secret.

Everyone knew very well that no one of the routes would be able to encounter a full week of dense fog and the reefs that surrounded them at all times.

According to the understanding of these sailors, the purpose of this voyage is either fake, or the fleet is lost.

If the former is the case, theoretically speaking, it is easy to solve, as long as the real purpose is stated, all problems will be solved.

But if it is the second case, then there will be no hope on this ship.

After all, getting lost on the ocean represents death.

At the same time, this is the real reason why people have a fear of the sea of fog that comes out of nothing. (Captain's Diary)