The winds and waves of the devil's westerly belt in the southern Indian Ocean have gradually subsided. Two warships from France are sailing in a southeasterly direction.

"Monsieur Kerguelen, two o'clock on the starboard side, there's a discovery!" the captain sent to inform.

The middle-aged man in the cabin: "Oh, look!

At this time, the entire deck of the ship was shouting excitedly. Everyone is cheering to find the continent hiding in the southern Indian Ocean!

"Congratulations, Mr. Kelguelen!" the captain came.

"Thank you, Captain, thank you! It's God's will! Let this continent be discovered by France! Oh, yes, Mr. Captain, where are we now?" Kelgueland had to make sure he was in the position again, just in case he made a mistake.

"Ah Bai, bring my sextant, it's half past ten in the morning, it's still good weather! Well, let's go, let's go to the captain's room!" the captain was also very happy, and finally found a piece of land deep in the southern Indian Ocean.

Captain: "Mr. Kerguelen, judging from the voyage, we are now in the Devil's Westerly Belt. As for why it's so calm here, I don't know. We should be about 3,000 nautical miles southeast of the Cape of Good Hope. ”

"Could it be the Antarctic continent?" Kelgueland suppressed the excitement in his heart, and ruled out the possibility of oolong first.

The captain shrugged: "It's not very likely, unless the Antarctic continent protrudes a thousand nautical miles in this place! I estimate that the island is more likely! Congratulations! If it weren't for your insistence, His Majesty the Emperor would not have been able to send a ship to explore the devil's westerly belt in the southern Indian Ocean!"

Kyl Guelen: "By God's will, the legendary land has finally been found." It's not a trip for nothing!"

The captain ran to the deck, took the binoculars, and while observing the land ahead, he asked, "Mr. Kerguelen, what do you think we will encounter when we land on the island? Will we meet prehistoric humans? Or will we be descended from the Atlantic continent?"

Now that you've found your target, all that's left is to drive over, there's nothing to do!

Kerguelen was also relieved: "If God really asked us to save the descendants of prehistoric humans, then the first thing we should encounter when we go to the island is a prayer of thanks to God and a cheer of hope through a thousand years!"

But what I'm more concerned about is how much wealth this continent can bring to France! Is there a gold mine, is there an iron mine, is there a coal mine?

The land ahead is getting closer. The captain and the sailors, on the contrary, became nervous, because they were not familiar with the hydrological conditions here, and the speed of the ship became slower and slower, but fortunately, the wind and waves became less and less.

"It seems that it is neither the Antarctic continent, nor even the mainland!

I hope there are mineral resources on the island! This island will be named Kerguelen Island!"

"Mr. Captain, can you take advantage of the good weather to sail around the island for a week before going to the island, so that you can record the geography of the entire island in detail?"

The captain agreed to Kelguelen's request, commanded two warships, and began to sail around the island.

"Huh, Captain~! At three o'clock on the starboard side, there is another island!" the observer in charge of the lookout reported another situation.

"One South Island and one North Island, it's getting more and more interesting! I hope they are all resource-based islands! Otherwise, who would be willing to colonize those who are located in the Devil's Westerly Wind Belt and have been stormy for many years?" Kerguelen is now very much looking forward to the minerals of Kerguelen Island.

"God, how can an island near the South Pole, in the Devil's Westerly Belt, have such dense vegetation?" said Kerguelen, stunned by the telescope.

"Volcano! It is estimated that the heat caused by volcanic geothermal heat makes the North Island as warm as spring. In any case, dense forests are better for colonization than slippery stones, aren't they? At least, we haven't found any signs of human activity so far! The Atlantans, you're worried about, don't seem to have discovered this place!" The captain thought about it, and joked.

"If the forests of the North Island were all oaks, it would be rich! Unfortunately, in this latitude, there are pine trees except pines. What is the use of a fire other than to heat the fire?" Kelguelen had no hope for the value of the island's forests.

The hull of the ship is getting closer and closer to the North Island, and sure enough, in the telescope, the coniferous forest of one color. Pine trees, cedar trees, dense pestles are there.

"It's really a primitive coniferous forest, and there really is no trace of human activity! It's a pity that the pine trees are worthless! Abai, continue to circle the island! Let's go north and take a look. Why is there no place to anchor this broken island?" muttered the captain.

When the boat sailed to the north side of the island, all kinds of landforms came out! Unlike the south side, where the cliffs were of one color and there was not even a place to stop.

"I think more and more that we have come here by God's arrangement! Mr. Captain, can you imagine that this is the Devil's Westerly Wind, and not Paris? Is the wind here gentler by the Pyna River? Strange! How can I feel like I am driving into the Seine? Mr. Captain, are you sure you are not in the wrong place?" Kerguelen was in a cheerful mood and joking with the light breeze.

"I've been running a boat for nearly 30 years, and I've never encountered this kind of sea! It's strange! It's as if all the winds have bypassed the island! Only God can do such a miracle! No, I have to pray!" The captain's faith became more and more pious.

"Wait on me, I also want to sincerely thank God! God actually led us French people to find such a miraculous place!"

It's getting late, and the wind is calm. There was no wind, and the boat couldn't move!

"Ah Bai, drop anchor! Arrange for someone to be on duty! Strange! Even on the Seine, it will not be so quiet! Even in my garden, there is a breeze. Or, let's really run into the eye of the typhoon!" the captain was full of incredulity.

This night, everyone slept very sweetly.

The so-called wish come true is the current state. In the morning, a light breeze came, and the fleet was ready to sail again. This time, it was sailing in a northwesterly direction.

"I finally saw the terrain that wasn't a cliff. Unfortunately, the swamp is not a good place to dock!"

"Hmm, Captain~!Look~!There seems to be a small boat in front of you!" called the observer as he sat on the mast.

"Well, what do you mean, there are ships, English, Dutch, or Spaniards, come to grab territory? Look, what flag is flying?" said the captain, who hurriedly turned from the port side.

"Hmm, what kind of ship is this?" I saw a man, standing on a very small boat, waving a spinnaker, beckoning to himself.