November 24th

Cloudy, light wind, cold, southerly wind, no currents, light waves, light fog

On the tenth day, the fleet was resupplied from Haijiang City, and it was originally planned to continue sailing southeast, but due to weather conditions, it was decided to stay for another day for rest. Because, unlike the previous days, today there is fog on the sea. (Logbook)

To be honest, it's not a good idea to sail today, and based on my many years of sailing experience, according to this position, there may be a storm on the sea today, but based on yesterday's weather, we all agree that today will be a sunny day.

However, whether it rains or not depends on God's mood, we don't count.

Archbishop Wienat seemed to be dissatisfied with our proposal, and seemed to think that there was only a possibility of a storm, so why delay the trip?

In the end, our persistence prevailed, and His Excellency the Archbishop agreed to stay in Haijiang City to recuperate, and wait for the next few days to see how the weather changes, and then decide on the voyage.

Today continues the holiday, which could not be better news for the sailors. After all, I don't know how long it will take to sail before I can see that young land, and it would be good to be able to stay on land for a while. Alas, these poor fellows, they don't know yet that the purpose of our trip is not the Eastern Continent at all.

I will not stay here for a whole day, after all, I have not been on land since I set sail, maybe it would be good to walk up and down to earth, maybe this will be the last time I will go on land? Of course, this is just a joke.

Actually, I just thought about the scene I saw last night, what did I see yesterday?

Thinking about it for a long time, I came to the docks, where there was a tavern. Inside I met two other captains, Fowler and Hegel, near the table in the far left corner, and the two of them were the only ones, drinking without saying a word. It could be seen that they were worrying about what was going on, and sighed from time to time.

When they saw me coming, they just smiled politely, but when I saw their expressions, I couldn't see any smiles.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Fowler didn't say a word, as if he hadn't heard my question, but Hegel, the usual taciturn bearded man, answered me.

It wasn't until today that I didn't know that it wasn't just my Salvation, there were strange things going on two other ships, and what I found out was just one of them.

Hegel was the captain of the Angel, and the Angel was also the flagship of the fleet, and Archbishop Wiener stayed on the Angel.

Compared to the Angel, the strange things that happened on our other two ships really don't really matter.

On the Salvation, there were only two boxes that suddenly appeared on the ship, and the strange and unpredictable mage. On the shipwreck, in the officer's quarters where the priests lived, some pungent and unpleasant smell wafted from every moment, filling the entire cabin, and many sailors were affected by this smell at night and could not sleep, and had complained to Fowler several times.

Relative to these, angel numbers don't seem to be anything special on the surface.

The place where the Archbishop of Venat lived was the captain's quarters, which Hegel gave to the archbishop, and he lived with the priests in the officers' quarters.

Those mages are usually approachable, and it is normal to talk about their previous life in the magic academy every day, and ask the bearded man about some sailing experience by the way.

However, just this morning, due to the inability of the fleet to travel, His Excellency the Archbishop remained in the inn and did not return to the ship.

Hegel happened to be going back to the captain's room this morning to get something.

Something was found, but according to him, he stumbled upon a letter on the table. The envelope was set aside, and the paper was thrown away at random, and it was inevitable that Hegel would see it.

Originally, he just picked it up and browsed it out of curiosity, but he didn't expect that just because of this casual glance, he found something amazing.

It turned out that the two cannons brought up on each of our three ships were not ordinary cannons, but magic cannons!

Oh my God, the magic cannon, although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, let alone used it, but it doesn't mean that I haven't heard of the name of this thing, it is said that this is the most powerful weapon in the world, and it only takes one cannonball to destroy a city, although this news is just hearsay, the so-called magic cannon power may just be a rumor, but the cost is very small, that is for sure.

What are they trying to do when they put this thing on our ship?

Hegel was quick to answer my doubts.

The purpose of the magic cannon, the purpose of which is to hunt Leviathan.

"Hey, what's the joke? I was only tasked with finding something in the Sea of Mist, but I didn't say we were going to die!"

After all, three small ships, even if they are equipped with a total of six magic cannons, and a group of mages are in charge, and if they want to deal with the threat of the Leviathan, it may still be possible to use them to protect themselves, but it is the biggest joke I have heard in my life.

I'm sure I'm not a superstitious person, but that doesn't mean I don't believe in Leviathan, which doesn't exist in mythology, because my father saw Leviathan with his own eyes. Maybe not many people believe in this, but at least I do.

I remember when I was a child, my father was such a cheerful man, oh yes, he was also a captain, but he did not belong to the church, but obeyed the Admiralty of the Federation of Brandon, and then he was no longer a captain because his ship was gone.

His ship disappeared on a voyage for three months, and then, on a desert island, a merchant ship between Dawn and Splendid City found my father.

When he was finally sent back to the Federation, he had always had that terrified look, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and he had been saying the name Leviathan in his mouth, and it had been determined that he was insane.

His illness did not improve until several years later, but he was never able to return to the Admiralty.

Later, he became a painter and became famous for painting blue whales.

Perhaps only I know why my father painted the blue whale because, a week before the painting, I asked him what the Leviathan looked like.

It was a very strange painting, and the whole painting had only three colors, dark blue, gray and dark red. A huge blue whale opened its bloody mouth, and in front of that mouth, a three-masted sailing ship was floating on the sea, and the sailing ship with a mast more than 30 meters above the water was not as high as that mouth.

The body of the blue whale is covered with countless spikes, and a very miraculous phenomenon occurs on it, the sea water backs up, wrapping around his body, forming a transparent armor, and the sea water envelops it forever, and it seems that it will never leave the sea water.

In its open bloody mouth, flames burned all over its mouth, and the blowholes above its head were not fountains, but chimneys, bursts of black smoke.

Based on the legend of the Leviathan described by the navigators, I am sure that he painted the Leviathan.

From that day on, my father's room was filled with paintings of all kinds of blue whales, and these paintings were always only those three colors.

That alone is not enough to convince me that this mythical creature will be real until ......

A year later, he committed suicide. (Captain's Diary)