The storm struck suddenly, and the water crashed violently against a few hourglasses when the patrol dinghy had just left the harbor, and the weather quickly turned into one of the strongest storms Oak Fist had ever seen.

Lightning and thunder, heavy rain, and the sea rushed, and Namen walked back and forth on the catamaran. Sometimes he loosened the rope from the mainmast, sometimes he stepped over the rope net and used his weight to balance the hull.

Another wave came, and the ship was tossed into the air and fell heavily in the trough. Those who have never sailed before can't imagine what it would be like for the sea to hit you like a rock.

At this moment, the whole ship was shaking, and the hull made a terrible creak. "What do you mean, 'Lucky you're on a catamaran?'" The electric monk who had fastened himself to the steering wheel complained secretly, feeling that Namen's words were too optimistic.

Looking at Namen, who was firmly grasping the rope net, his body swaying slightly as the ship swayed. He was very skeptical that the other party would hit the next wave again, and fell into the sea with a scream. "Don't," Oak Fist prayed. Because he knew that without Namen, he alone would not be able to control the boat in the wind and rain.

"Hahu~"

A jomspirate war cry rang out, and Namon was tossed high into the air by the force of the waves. But just as Oak Fist was about to use a spell to rescue the captain, he nimbly climbed onto the mainmast's truss.

Namen unbuckled neatly and let the cable through the block of pulleys drop with him and the mainsail. Quickly putting the mainsail away, he gestured to the Oak Fist, which the Electric Monk thought he was talking about "small scenes".

After working for more than half an hour, the wind and waves gradually subsided. Although the turbulence could still be clearly felt, the catamaran was not in danger of capsizing for the time being. Namen took a rare seat on the deck.

"Didn't you say that the hydrological conditions of King's Landing were superior?" At some point, Oak Fist found a bottle of rum from the cabin, and he handed it to Namen, who was sitting and resting.

"Because we deviated from the course. Namen simply explains: "It is much safer to sail at sea than on land, and it is much safer to walk on fixed waterways. And deviated from the course, the wind and waves we encountered just now are actually just a small meaning. ”

"Okay...... I seem to have forgotten something," Oak Fist picked up a piece of jerky, and did not dislike it being wet by the sea, and chewed it up in three or two strokes and swallowed it in his stomach. And the dwarf investigator he had forgotten in the underwater tin hut was already growling with hunger.

Leaving the rainstorm area, the patrol dinghy raised its sails again, and the fierce westerly wind gave the ship a strong momentum. The parallel hull slashed across the water, like two sharp blades, tearing out two white waves on the surface of the sea.

They sailed a full three hourglass hours. As the night wore on, Namen did not use the sailing compass on the dinghy, but instead adopted the old method passed down by word of mouth among the Joms pirates - relying on the stars to locate and constantly calibrate the course.

When the sun rose on the shore and the pink glow reflected on the sea, they finally saw a ship at anchor. When the Electric Monk first discovered it, the ship was the size of a fist. By the time the dinghy got closer, the ship had become a behemoth.

The dinghy, which had been designed to wander in the inland sea, was completely shrouded in the shadow of the big ship, and only the mainmast was just a little higher than the ship's side. When the two ships approached, a dozen long poles with hooks immediately stretched out from the side of the big ship.

A dozen or so men who looked to be pirates like Nammon were bare-chested, pulling the patrol dinghy a little bit, while being careful not to scratch and bump into the ship.

Throwing down the rope ladder down the side of the ship, Namen and Oak Fist quickly boarded the ship. Seeing this, the first mate, who was directing the work of many people on the deck, immediately ran over in a hurry, and he still held a tricorne hat in his hand, "Captain, you have worked hard. ”

"Prepare two sets of clean clothes for this gentleman and me, no, three," Namen nodded to the first mate, and then ordered a few things. The first mate immediately ran across the deck to the captain's quarters in the stern to complete the captain's orders.

Ignoring the surprised look on his face, Namen walked directly to the side of the boat, grabbed a cable and stepped onto the side of the ship. "Give Lao Tzu more strength! Put a winch on the main mast, and then send two people into the water to wrap the rope around the container at the bottom of the water. ”

As soon as he gave the order, two sailors jumped off the ship. Both of them were wrapped in ropes, and it was clear that it was not the first time they had been ordered to do so, so they seemed to be very comfortable.

In a short time, the tin house, which had been hidden under the dinghy, was fished out of the sea by the sailors using winches and ropes, and everyone worked together to get the "container" and the goods hidden in it all on the deck.

"Fortunately," said Namen, who had freed Abrostt from his claustrophobic tin house and changed into clean clothes, and said nonchalantly, "Let's go to the restaurant and talk, and settle the balance of this transportation by the way." ”

Many sailors armed with crossbows and swords gathered together, and their performance made Namen's words even more convincing. Oak Fist held Abrost, who had just been magically cleaned—the underwater tin hut, though better than the dinghy on the sea, was not much more stable in the storm, and the dwarf investigator vomited several times.

Now this situation, Oak Fist and Abrostet really did not anticipate. They didn't expect Namen, the "tomb robber", to take on the position of captain of the receiving ship in his mouth. But now that they're on the thief ship, they don't want to make a fuss and drift to Dwarf Island with the broken pieces of wood and the harvest from King's Landing.

So, without resistance, the two men followed Nammon's instructions and walked off the deck. Following the layout of the Ramsay Siheung ship, the first floor below deck is the crew's dining room. When a big decision needs to be made, the captain can also meet with everyone here to discuss things.

"You know what, the reason why I took that order...... "The electric monk and the gnome investigator knew what he was referring to," ...... In fact, it is to make up for the shortfall. Digging is just my hobby, and running the sea is our Joms pirates' main business. I would have had two ships. The ship had carried fifty loads of spices from King's Landing, plus more than three hundred barrels of high-caliber rum. But who would have thought that one of his subordinates had an accident, the barrel broke, the rum burned, and the spices soaked in water. After that I made sure there was some 'accident' on that guy, and then buried him in the ground while he was still breathing. ”

Namen gulped on barbecued seabirds and drank rum. He was already drunk, his nose and face were as red as peaches, and the sailors around him looked at their captain in awe.

"So, you know my rules?" Namen raised an eyebrow at the oak fist, "I managed to dig that thing out of the dirt, and I lost a private dock that I could get in and out of, and a few employees who were there watching the yard ......"

“...... The catamaran has to be scrapped too, it can't hang on the back of our ship," the first mate reminded.

"That's right," Namen nodded. He snapped his fingers to make a gesture representing the number "four", and then stretched out his palm to the electric monk and the dwarf investigator who were drinking oatmeal, "I used to say that I would be paid twice, but now I have to pay four times so that I don't lose money." ”