Characters in this chapter: (Resarit), (Victor), (Roman), (Hank), (Jamila), ('Momocha' Porcha), (Ellene).

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Chapter 045: (Stormy Waves)

The sea was agitated by the strong wind, like boiling water, turning and shaking the heavens and the earth.

The wind blew, and the flags on the big ships swayed in the wind and made a whirring sound. Resarit stood on the bow of the ship with a restless expression, looking at the rough sea ahead.

Rows of mountain-like waves roared and roared towards the big ship from the gray-black distant sky. The waves crashed against the heavy hull of the ship on the sea, stirring up a surging wave and a thunderous sound.

The storm whipped the heavy sails like a cruel whip twisted together, and the crumbling pirate ship seemed to be swallowed up by the cruel wind and waves at any moment.

The whole ship suddenly boiled, and the mercenaries rushed out of the cabin, some shirtless, some barefoot, some still wearing belts on their trousers, and some were even busy wiping the fake eyeballs taken out of their eye sockets.

Victor's leather boots trampled on the deck, and he roared like thunder and rolled in bursts: "Quick, you guys move me faster, if you don't want to fall into the sea to feed the fish, hurry up and give Lao Tzu back to your place!"

"Ellene, get someone to adjust the sails!" he roared as he tensed like a bowstring, "Roman, go and loosen the halyard!"

At this moment the sky was dark, and they saw the raging waves rolling towards their great ship in a terrible and calm manner, and towered violently, forming a dark green arch wall like steel.

The heavy hull shook violently, and on the deck, several unprepared mercenaries were ruthlessly thrown into the sea. In the current storm, Victor knew that it was impossible to lower the anchor to secure the hull, and could only try to keep the hull in a balanced state.

"Hank, Tea, lower the mainsail and foresail, it must be fast, or we'll capsize!" Victor's voice was a little hurried.

"Head, the wind has twisted the sail rope of the mainmast together, and we can't open it!" Mo Mocha yelled in horror. He didn't want to drown in the sea in such misery.

Victor's face changed suddenly, and he said in a fierce voice: "Then climb up and lower the sail!"

The horse thief, who did not want to die, but was afraid of death, had no choice but to follow Victor's orders to climb the rope ladder that swayed in the wind, and he had to find a way to separate the twisted mast from the sails, and then lower the sails.

At this time, Victor's orders were transmitted to every corner of the deck like a violent wind, and the mercenaries roared on the deck in the pouring rain, fighting against the sudden rain and strong winds.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, pushing the full sail across the sea at high speed, and making the waves higher and higher. A huge wave several meters high crashed against the hull, and the big ship shook for a while, leaning and almost falling.

The waves hit and fell on the deck, and the mercenaries on the side of the ship were drenched in seawater. Soon after, a storm followed, and bean-sized raindrops fell on the deck. Heavy waves and torrential rain made the deck slippery, and from time to time a few busy mercenaries slipped to the ground.

This storm came so suddenly, so quickly that the mercenaries on this ship barely had time to react!

Ressarit stood alone on the deck, watching his companions yelling one by one, their muscles bulging like stones, some of them pulling the sail ropes to control the sails, and some of them climbing up the ropes of the main pole, their bodies wet, making it impossible to distinguish what was rain and what was sweat.

Wave after wave crashed onto the deck, scattering the sailors who were pulling the sails, screaming loudly as they were swept to the side of the ship, under the winch, and even tossed by a wave, and then their heads fell on the bow of the ship, and they fainted.

This stormy waves, the storm that shook the sky and shouted, seemed to be the piercing shouts and horns on the battlefield, shaking the heart and soul of Resarit!

Resarit was thrown up from the top of the ship to the top of the ship, and he was thrown so down that he almost rolled on the slippery deck, and he used all his strength to keep his balance so that he could not be thrown out of the ship by the angry waves, without being able to borrow his strength.

Jamila roared beside him, directing the sailors to fight death in such a monstrous wave, while Victor pounced on the helm and held the helm with all his strength so that it would not turn at will due to the change of sail position.

A huge wave roared and crashed onto the side of the ship, and in an instant, the hull of the ship tilted to the left with a great slope. Fortunately, this ship is a pointed bottom sea boat, and the slope of the hull of the ship to some extent mitigates the crash of the big waves. In the midst of the storm, the helmsman was tired, and Victor's roar could still be heard on deck.

All the people on this ship are fighting, fighting the rain, fighting the wind, except for the women.

Resarit grabbed Jamila by the arm, and the rain hit him in the face, making him almost breathless.

"It's too dangerous here, go back to your cabin! you are not needed here!" Resarit roared, his voice mixed with the howls of the wind and rain so hard that it was difficult to hear.

Jamila turned her head and raised her eyebrows, "I don't, I'm going to stay on deck." As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a huge wave more than three meters high crashing heavily on the hull of the boat!

The hull of the ship tilted violently suddenly, and the wooden planks made a terrible ** sound, and it seemed that it would collapse and fall apart at any time.

The mercenaries on the deck who were pulling the sail ropes were thrown by the huge wave, let out a burst of screams, and suddenly disappeared in their original positions, leaving no one behind!

In a hurricane, if the sail cannot be lowered in time, the strong wind will play the ship like a toy, and if the sail position and direction of the sail are at a right angle of 90 degrees to the wind direction, then it means that the sail surface bears most of the wind force, and this huge force will be directly transmitted to the hull, and the ship will be easily overturned!

After the sail crew members who were pulling the sail line and controlling the sail position and direction were swallowed up by the huge waves, the sail lost control in the strong wind and suddenly swung wildly, and Victor, who controlled the rudder, fought against the strong wind force alone, and reluctantly controlled the balance and direction of the ship through the rudder, so that it never kept a 90-degree right angle to the wind direction.

He gritted his teeth and yelled at Jamila, "Jamila, control the rope and the sail position!

In fact, he didn't need to remind her, as soon as Jamila saw the sailors pulling the sails being lifted away, she jumped up like a leopard and pulled the thick and sturdy sail lines.

But how can the wind stir the sails with such a tremendous force that human beings can match?

She tugged on the rope tightly with both hands, kicked her feet on the deck, and roared loudly, the thick rope was pulled straight by her, and the force trembled on the rope, but because of the rain, the wet and slippery deck could not use force, and her palms were rubbed to blood, but it still couldn't stop this terrible force dragging her forward little by little.

Just when the sail was about to be blown at a ninety degree angle to the wind, Jamila, who was suddenly anxious and frightened, felt a strong force coming from behind her, and she actually pulled the sail rope back a few steps, and pulled the sail back a little.

She looked back unconsciously, only to see Ressarit with a horse's step, his weight very low, his eyes wide open, his hands dragging the thick rope, the muscles of his arms bulging like rocks, and the strong green tendons rolling like snakes.

Resarit yelled at Jamila, who was looking back at him, and her voice erupted from her chest: "Lower your center of gravity, lower your body, quick, do as I say!"

In this life-and-death situation, Jamila did not care about prejudice, she followed the example of Resarit, pressed her body very low, and all the weight was transferred to her feet.

Ressarit shouted, "Listen to my commands, let's work together!"

"One, two, three, pull!!"

Resarit's voice sounded like thunder in the midst of the storm, and it was crystal clear.

With the help of Resarit, Jamila finally pulled the sail back parallel to the direction of the wind, which was the least forceful angle, and she looked at the sailors climbing on the mainmast and shouted, "Hurry up and untie the hoisting halyard and lower the mainsail and foresail!!"

Once the mainsail and foresail are lowered and the borrowing force is lost, it is difficult for the wind and waves to threaten a boat again.

Even Resarit, who knew nothing about navigation, looked up at the sailors who were climbing on the mainmast, only to see that suddenly a huge wave struck, and the ship was thrown into the air, and he and Jamila flew off the deck, and then fell heavily with the ship.

With a "bang", both Resarit and Jamila fell to the deck, and the two of them fell into a rolling hoist and slammed into the side of the ship.

Ressarit didn't even have time to feel the sharp pain all over her body and the soft feeling from the woman in her arms, and the whole person was pulled forward by a huge force from the sail.

Startled, he immediately rolled over and stood up, then stabilized the sail again, and Jamila in front of him struggled to get up and regain control of the sail with Resarit.

When Jamila looked up, she saw that the sailors who were climbing the ropes on the mainmast were gone, apparently swept into the sea by the huge waves just now, and she was so frightened and anxious that she yelled at Resarit: "You hold the sail line, and I will lower the mainsail!"

Resarit grabbed her and said loudly, "No, your balance is not enough, I'll go!"

Resarit was keenly aware that although climbing ropes seemed like a simple task, it was not the same as dragging ropes on deck, a person could not use force in mid-air, it required not only strength, but also strong balance skills, and Ressarit was much better than her in mastering her balance.

Without waiting for Jamila to agree, she let go of her hand.

Jamila was shocked and furious, she had lost the help of Resarit, and her body was immediately pulled by the great force of the sails, and her leather shoes made a noise on the deck, and her body was pulled uncontrollably.

She turned around and shouted, hoping that Resarit would come back, but as soon as she looked back, her heart suddenly felt like she had fallen into an ice cave, and it was terribly cold!

I saw Resarit staggering to the deck, picking up two axes dropped by the mercenary, and then walking towards her!

It's over, he's coming to kill me!!, Jamila guessed suddenly. Her eyes widened, she wanted to strike first, but she couldn't let go of the sail line, because the ship and the lives of everyone on board were at stake.

Jamila suddenly wanted to apologize for the bad things she had said to him, but her rose-like pride kept her from speaking.

Watching Resarit walk in step by step, Jamila suddenly regretted a little, why did she rush to him like that in the first place?

She watched as Resarit walked up to her, the axe in her hand raised high, and a chilling light flashed in the air!

Ressarit roared and chopped down with an axe!

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