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With his legs locked to the ropes beneath him, he ignored the danger he was encountering, and tapped his dagger against the ice on the mast.

Tom, who has been living on the surface since he was twelve, understands the dangers of condensation, and if it is not removed soon, its extra weight can cause the sails to turn into rags in a storm, paralyzing the ship.

The storm became more and more violent, and the hull of the Swan began to shake violently on a rainy night.

Captain Mack grasps the fence with one hand to adjust his center of gravity, and covers his eyes with the other hand to prevent the ice particles caught in the wind and rain from being blown into view.

He scrutinized the danger, his body rising and falling in harmony with the rocking of the ship.

This can be achieved not only by the experience of sailing, but also by the control and coordination of the body.

The Baron and Master Moga, who had been standing beside the captain, had difficulty maintaining their balance on the undulating deck, and as a last resort, they had to run and hold on to the mast to prevent their bodies from moving.

A loud moan, crackling sound came from below, and the captain cursed, his already unsightly face becoming more and more terrifying against the backdrop of lightning.

"Go to someone, see what's going on, be quick!"

McGonagall roared on the splint, a flash of silver light indicating that he had used his fighting spirit.

The rough sound stirred in the wind and rain, and even suppressed the wind and thunder.

A moment later, a sailor appeared in front of McGonagall.

He was half-crouching, to stabilize his center of gravity, and reported what he had seen in a hurried voice: "Captain, we have a broken plank, and she is entering the water. ”

McGonagall struggled with the lack of manpower to come up with an effective remedy.

However, knowing that time was precious, he made a quick decision.

Waving to the first mate standing on the main deck, McGonagall explained in a heavy tone, "Take someone down there to eliminate the danger, and then report." ”

"Yes!"

The first mate quickly picked four people to go with him.

In fact, there was nothing to pick, except for the captain and Malte, and only the four sailors on the deck who adjusted the sails with the first mate.

McGonagall did not stop the first mate from taking the sailors away, the water in the cabin was not a trivial matter, judging from the voice just now, the crack in the bottom compartment was not small, and the four of them were dwarfed by the drainage and repair work, and if they were streamlined, they would have to go to the sea to feed the fish.

What's more, the operation of the sail requires the cooperation of many people, one or two sailors, maybe they can still control it on weekdays, but in such ghost weather, without four or five experienced companions together, it is completely impossible to let the sail turn according to their own wishes.

"Will this storm end at dawn?"

Looking at the sails that swayed wantonly after leaving the sailman's control, the frowning captain asked Moga not far behind him.

The weather in the Midlands of Ririura has always been moody, and even the seasoned Captain McGonagall has no idea how to judge her.

So, you can only rely on the mage.

Moga is a wandering mage, and compared to the orthodox mage, he may not be deep enough in the study of a certain subject, but if it is said that he has mastered the knowledge of all disciplines, then he definitely has the capital of pride.

Whether it is prophecy or elementalism, plastic energy or metamorphosis, it can be said that he has enough understanding except for alchemy that relies on the accumulation of resources and necromancy, which is difficult to find.

"Captain, this storm will continue for three days. ”

Moga seemed to be in a trance, and then came to a conclusion.

The backlash came so suddenly that a stream of bright red blood splattered Malte's clothes.

"Master Moga—"

Malte exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly held the other party's body, which had lost the slightest strength.

The shouts behind him did not attract the attention of the captain, and in this storm, the whole ship was no different from the dead, and all he had to do was to take them through the barrier of the River Styx and return to the world again.

It was precisely because of his understanding of the dangers of the present that Moga would risk her life to prophesy for McGonagall.

"Captain, the situation of water ingress in the bottom compartment can be solved, and the stagnant water can be cleaned up, but there is no way to repair the broken shipboard, so we can only find a place to replace it. ”

The drenched first mate ran to McGonagall's side and reported what was going on.

"How long will it take?"

"One...... An hourglass. ”

Cursing at his bad luck, the captain glanced at the first mate, shivering in the cold wind, and draped his coat over him.

"Captain, I'm ......"

"Don't chirp crookedly, get dressed, if you are blown into the sea, see how Lao Tzu cleans you up!"

"I don't have an hourglass time left for them, and the Swan is about to speed up on a rainy night, so keep it simple, as long as it doesn't get into the water, and leave the rest alone. ”

"But ......"

"It's nothing, this storm will last for three more days, and I can't keep her adrift on the water for three days of storming, so I have to find a sheltered harbor and repair it on the shore. ”

"I see, I'm going to inform them. ”

Wrapping his coat tightly, the first mate ran briskly to the bottom warehouse.

"Tom, is the ice all taken care of?" shouted McGonagall in the storm.

"It's been largely cleaned up, Captain, it's nothing!"

The watchman's voice came from afar.

"You promise?"

"I promise!"

"Then go back to the lookout, the ship is about to speed up!"

"Are you going to turn to Quirch?"

A weak voice came from behind her, and McGonagall turned back to find Malt walking towards Moga.

At this time, the wind and rain are much smaller than just now, at least it does not affect people's walking on the splint.

"How's your body?"

McGonagall asked with concern, on the sea, the role of this mage was comparable to that of his own captain, and he certainly didn't want anything to happen to the other party.

"I brought some potions, I've taken them, you don't have to worry about my body. ”

"That's good. ”

"Where are we going, Quir?"

The captain shook his head, ice and rain flicking from his light brown beard.

"I can't drive her into Quirch in the middle of a storm. We had to stop at the island of Mirachiya. ”

The mage sighed lightly and asked unwillingly, "Don't we have any other place to go?"

The captain looked at the mage and the baron and shattered their illusions: "There is nothing nearby, unless we risk losing the mast." ”

"After that, even if we haven't sunk yet, we'll have to delay at least another six days instead of three. ”

"The waves are getting bigger and I'm worried that we're going to lose more people. ”

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