December 26th

The weather is unknown, the course is unknown, there is no rain, no wind, the temperature is cold, there are no waves, fog

On the forty-first day of the voyage, everything was as it was, the fleet was lost, and we were still navigating in the infinite fog. (Logbook)

By this point, I was almost convinced that we must have entered the confines of the Sea of Mist, otherwise, there was really no way to explain what was going on with this boundless fog?

Whether it was the beginning of the dense fog just discovered a few days ago, or the whole day sailing on the windless sea yesterday, in such a long time, we have traveled hundreds of nautical miles, and if it is marked on the chart, it must be a line of considerable length, which can almost cruise around the narrow coastline of the Yan Empire.

But the strange thing is, how can it not be able to get out of this fog for such a long distance?

There was no wind on the sea, the fog completely obscured the view, and it was impossible to determine what our speed would be by the sailors paddling forward, not to mention that we had lost our course, and there was no point in dwelling on the speed now, the only thing that was certain was that our speed must be very slow.

I woke up early today, and when I got to the deck, the sky was still dark, and I couldn't tell if it was dawn or late at night. I guess I went to bed too early last night, so I woke up much earlier than usual this morning.

Although the fog obscured the sun, I could still tell the difference between day and night.

A cold wind suddenly blew from the sea, I couldn't help shivering, tightened my cotton clothes, hurriedly hid back in the captain's room, took out a bottle of rum and drank it, thinking about borrowing wine to warm up.

Looking at the foggy scene outside the window, I couldn't help but think that if our ship can fly, in fact, it is not difficult to get out of this dense fog at all, as long as we fly up to a hundred meters, or two hundred meters high, we can get out of the range of the dense fog, after all, the fog on the sea surface is tightly attached to the sea, I bet, the sky above must be clear and unobstructed.

But the problem is that we can't fly, and now we are not even as good as fish, so we can only rely on the sturdy hull of the ship and go with the flow.

But are there any fish around here? I couldn't help but think.

There are quite a few mermaids, but in the sea where such strange and terrifying creatures exist, I don't think there are any other living creatures.

While I was thinking about it, I always felt that in the sea ahead, there seemed to be a circle of light rushing past us, and in a moment when I was stunned, these points of light began to distance more and more from me.

I hurried out of the captain's quarters, went to the aft deck, and looked behind the port side of the ship, and sure enough, a bright point of light loomed in the fog, looking like fire, there should be traces of human existence, was it a port or an island?

Whatever he is, it's a terrible feeling to sail the sea alone, so lean in and take a look anyway.

So I hastened to wake up all the sailors who were asleep, and ordered the sailors on the lowest deck to speed up their rows, and I steered the helm to meet the fire.

The point of light is so close that it seems to be able to reach out and grasp it. Even in the captain's quarters, I felt as if the points of light had just grazed the side of the Salvation.

But it was still a long time, and even the originally dark sky did not know when it began to become bright, and it was only at this time that we came to the vicinity of these points of light.

Sure enough, it was the light of fire, and it was the light of a torch.

The sailors came back to report that it was a ship and there was not a single person on it.

At that time, I wondered that a ship with torches, it stands to reason that there should be someone right, and the torches will not be lit by themselves for no reason, even if they have been lit before, according to the burning time of the torch, this 'before' time frame is very small.

In other words, the ship should have been manned not long ago, but it makes no sense that there is no one now.

When I came to the ship, the clean deck confirmed my suspicion that the ship was still alive at least not so long ago.

And, as I walked around the deck, I always felt that the ship always gave me an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if I were on my own ship.

In fact, the ship bears a striking resemblance to the Salvation in size and layout, which is why it gives me this sense of familiarity.

Unlike the Salvation, the height of the ship is too low, about two meters shorter than the Salvation.

It wasn't until I entered the captain's quarters and flipped through the logbook that I understood why I felt this familiarity, because this ship was the shipwreck that had been lost with us.

But where did the people on board go, and why was a ship that was almost exactly the same as the Salvation so short?

It didn't take long for me to get the answer, a large hole had been broken under the bottom of the ship, and the signs of the damage were strange, not like the marks of an axe and chisel. The hole was almost as tall as a man, and the water was gurgling into the hold, and most of the hole was swallowed up by the water.

At this time, we had no time to care about anything else, and we all started to do our best, just trying to remove the materials on the ship before the ship sank, mainly food and fresh water, after all, we had been adrift on the sea for too long, even if we had sufficient supplies in Haijiang City before, we had used most of them by now.

We don't know how or when the hole was made, we only know that the water poured into the ship at a very fast rate, and the ship was less than half loaded, and the Disaster took a huge whirlpool and sank to the bottom of the sea.

It was only then that I began to wonder, why was there no one on board?

Perhaps because they knew that the ship was sinking, they chose to abandon the ship and leave.

However, the boats floating on the surface of the sea, which did not sink with the ship, seemed to tell me that this was not the case.

If they really abandoned the boat and fled, why didn't they use the dinghy? Could it be that they could all live freely in the water with their bodies like fish?

Not only me, but also the sailors, and even the mages have been discussing this issue, after all, they have disappeared so bizarrely, and it is true that the ship has indeed broken a big hole, but I have also seen the entrance of the hole, and the height is almost a meter above the surface of the sea, and it is completely impossible to say that it can threaten the survival of the ship.

Not to mention me, no sailor on the Salvation would be intimidated by the hole in this position, because in such calm seas, there is an opportunity to fill it up before the sea is poured in.

There seemed to be signs that the men on board the shipwreck had deliberately scuttled the ship.

It wasn't until later that we found the strange potion we drank last time from the seized supplies, two whole boxes, full of them, a lot of bottles.

It seems that they didn't have time to drink this potion before they were confused by the mermaids, resulting in the annihilation of the entire army, which is the answer given by the mages.

The ship began to continue in the previous course, and we had no idea what the journey ahead was like, so we had to follow the destiny of heaven and go with the flow.

Tonight, before going to bed, I went to talk to the masters for a while.

While I was chatting with the mages, I learned that the effect of this strange potion I drank before would allow the drinker to be free from any illusions for three days, but at the same time, after three days, the potion would immediately lose its effect.

At this moment, we have the potion of the crew of the shipwrecked in our hands, which can last a few more days, and the Masters begged me to let me get out of this fog as soon as possible within four days, and said that they would help me as much as possible.

Is that possible? Of course not, after all, we can't even be sure of our course, I said.

At the end of the day, I was still praying for a way out of this damn fog tomorrow, though I had inevitably given up on that delusion in my heart. (Captain's Diary)