At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Morris and Henry finally got rid of the endless work in the cabin.

By the time the sea breeze blew onto the deck, the two were already exhausted and scattered. Henry muttered to go back to the cabin and rest for a while. Morris thought of asking April for a question, but ignored him.

The scenery at sea is not static. When the "Edin Beauty" entered a shallow shoal in silence, the navigator blew the horn. All the crew members were called to the deck.

Sailors who travel to and from this area all year round know that this shallow reef is full of countless boats of all sizes. It is a dangerous sea area that this route must pass through.

Henry cursed and walked back to the deck, not noticing that the voyage was approaching the shallows. His gaze was as tired as a defeated wild dog, and he was very tired.

In contrast to him, Morris belongs to the Ignorant and Fearless. His concept of sailing was still stuck in the previous life, when the chance of an accident on the ship was greatly reduced, and he regarded the solemn sound of the horn as a mere exercise.

He saw April, and the little girl was also working hard, coiling up the nooses that had been left behind, as thick as her waist. Morris was about to go over to help when Boss Peters stopped him.

"Murris, go up and see what's going on?" said Boss Peters, pointing to the top of the mainsail, "The winch won't turn!"

The "Edin Beauty" is now downwind, and its speed is about fourteen knots, and at this speed it is bound to have an accident through the reef sea. So putting the sails in the shoes is the most important thing right now.

Morris looked over. Four or five stout sailors turned their winches with their bare upper bodies, and they shouted trumpets with open lunges, sweating profusely. But the shabby and heavy canvas could not be lowered.

The wind was too strong and there was something wrong with the mainsail's pulley. Morris saw that the fixed noose had a tendency to break under the wrestling between the two sides, and his heart lifted.

Now the focus is on crossing the shallows!

He weighed the doubts in his heart and the crisis in front of him, and made a decision in an instant.

The three-masted galleon was full of ropes, and Morris ran to the mast in the bow, and on the way the Boss Peters handed him a dagger, which he held in his mouth, and then climbed up the mast, and with the help of the rope trotted to the vicinity of the mainmast, and by this time he was already in mid-air, and he kicked the rope and swung over it, as if juggling.

Juggling that kills people!

All the people were looking at him nervously. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and there was no real ship in this era, and the waves affected the accuracy of Morris's movements, and he almost fell off without catching the rope with his right hand, and the exclamations of the sailors were heard below. Luckily, he held the taut rope on the mainmast in his left hand. He hung in mid-air, adjusted his posture and continued to climb up.

However, this increased the pressure on the sailors who were turning the winch, and the winch was already creaking, and Peters Boss made a quick decision, strode forward and pushed away a sailor who seemed to be unable to hold on, and pressed against one of the wringing arms, he gritted his teeth and yelled, "Stinky boy, you fucking move faster!" and the other sturdy sailors rushed to help.

Fang Cai's mistake almost caused the dagger in Morris's mouth to fall, and he hurriedly bit it, the sharp blade cutting the corner of his mouth, and the pain and the smell of blood rushed to his brain. A couple of skinny and nimble sailors have climbed up the ropes, and if Morris falls, they will go up!

Luckily, nothing went wrong with Morris's follow-up and he climbed to the top of the mainsail.

He realized the problem. The thick rope twisted into a strand was so worn, that the fibers it had peeled off—in fact, a slightly smaller hemp rope—were tangled in the rollers of the pulleys. He grinded the forked part with a dagger, taking care not to hurt the trunk of the tarpaulin. The boat rocked in the waves, and Morris rocked on the mast. The homework is not easy. His palms were sweaty, and he glanced at them, and most of the sailors who had climbed the ropes swung over with great eagerness, as sensitively as a pack of monkeys.

I'm a monkey in the eyes of others? Morris had a strange idea. The wind grew faster and faster, making him shiver, and when he looked down, the sailors on deck were far away from him, and everyone was looking at the upper part of the mainsail with concern. Morris's heart shrank suddenly......

He panicked.

When the sails were lowered smoothly, there was a cheer on the deck, and everyone cheered for Morris. An exhausted Henry came over and gave him a big hug. Morris heard him laughing, "Your performance is wonderful!

Peters strode towards him. The black-bearded muscular man walked so vigorously that for a moment Morris thought he was going to beat him. But no, he patted Morris on the shoulder vigorously and said loudly, "Welcome to the Edin Beauty, you are now a qualified sailor!"

Relief as Morris wiped the corners of his mouth, red blood oozing out. A sailor next to him handed him a towel, and he thanked him gratefully.

It was only then that he noticed the rain falling from the sky. Aprilelle walked up to him and happily stretched out her delicate little fist, and he smiled and punched her.

Almost ten minutes later. Everything returned to normal, and the sailors on duty returned to their posts. Peters walked to the stern and grabbed the helm handle, and he was about to give the order to move forward. But the navigator, who was standing in the bow of the ship, hurried over. This is a thin but experienced middle-aged man, and he said to Peters with a solemn expression, "The water level has dropped so much!"

Peters was silent for a while, then he had a premonition in his heart and asked, "Can't get by?"

"Yes. We have to wait for the tide to rise. The navigator nodded. "Our draft is too deep. ”

"What time does it take to go up?" asked Peters.

"Probably tomorrow morning," the navigator looked at the sky, and the light rain drifted again, "if it rains a little heavier tonight......"

"No! it's too windy to cross the reef at night!" said Peters decisively. He let go of the helm handle, strode to the middle of the deck, and then clapped his hands to attract the attention of the crowd, and he roared loudly: "Lads, rejoice! stop the ship tonight and rest, and throw the anchor down for me!"

The sailors cheered, the winch turned into a windmill, and the rusty iron anchor was thrown into the water, causing a large splash, and the anchor chain was long enough to be underwater, and Peters breathed a sigh of relief.

The chef in charge of the spoon began to distribute the food. Morris's stomach was hungry after a toss, but the corners of his injured mouth hurt terribly, and he took two pieces of bread for April, who happily took them and devoured them.

She didn't seem to find it unpalatable. Morris touched her head, and was about to ask about the merfolk. The little girl raised her head in advance. She looked at Morris's wounded lips and gloated and scoffed:

"Brother Morris! your lips are torn apart...... He looks like a clown!"

"Did you talk like that?" Morris gave her a vicious blow.

"Ouch!" said April, clutching her forehead.

"You're stingy!"