Claude didn't get much rest all night. First, he stood on the mast for most of the night. Later, when he was replaced by Viricero, the Myrtini was already sailing in the open sea, and the wind and waves were stronger than in Shark's Mouth Bay. The ship was bumping on the waves, and there was nothing he could do. Lie on the small bed, close your eyes and take a good rest.
This is incomparable to Captain Marcelo and the three sailors, and Claude admits that he is not as good as him. Captain Marcelo first stayed at the helm until two o'clock in the middle of the night, then changed shifts with the sailor named Colin, stuffed some bread, drank two glasses of rye, and laughed loudly at the fact that it was so cold on the mast. Claude, who was shivering like a plague chicken, went into the cabin to sleep.
When Claude came down from the mast, he entered the cabin and found Captain Marcelo and another sailor named Weirik tying themselves to the bed with ropes, snoring loudly. Claude also wanted to get into bed and have a good sleep, imitating them and tying himself to the bed with the quilt, but the ups and downs of the ship kept Claude unable to fall asleep due to the bumps, and even fell asleep due to the bumps. Nausea arose, and finally Claude had to get up and leave the cabin.
Viricero's monotonous and trembling shouts sounded from time to time on the mast: "There are no obstacles ahead, continue going straight..."
Alas, the development of technology in this world is really slow. If we had radar, we wouldn't have to suffer this problem. However, when a ship sails at night, someone must act as a lookout to observe the channel ahead to prevent the ship from colliding with unknown objects that appear on the channel.
The two sailors on duty now are Colin and Angus. Colin is older, in his late thirties, and has been a sailor for seven or eight years. Angus, on the other hand, is relatively silent. It is said that he only became a sailor because of his poor family conditions. In terms of qualifications, he is a newcomer. He has been a sailor for less than two years. It can be said that he is still a trainee sailor.
Colin was relatively relaxed. He only needed to keep the ship's course from deviating from the helm. He couldn't see the channel ahead clearly when sailing at night anyway. This is why the lookout on the mast loudly reports the conditions of the channel ahead every few minutes. The helmsman adjusts the direction of the ship based on the reported conditions.
Angus also has to stand on the bow of the ship and take a look at the channel ahead from time to time to prevent any oversight by the lookout hand from causing harm to the ship. Special caution is required when sailing at night. It is not uncommon for a ship to accidentally hit floating objects on the sea or two ships to collide and sink. In addition, Angus also has the task of adjusting the sails of the two masts according to the requirements of the helmsman to reduce or speed up the ship.
Claude walked out of the cabin shivering. The late night on the sea felt particularly cold. Colin, who was at the helm, smiled and said to Claude: "Why don't you go to sleep? Are those two guys snoring too loudly and keeping you awake?"
Being at the helm is boring. Colin has long wanted to find someone to chat with. Angus is too far away and is boring. Vericro climbed too high again, and Colin would have to shout at the top of his lungs if he wanted to chat with them. Colin was very happy to see Claude come out without sleeping.
Claude responded smoothly: "Yes, their snoring was really too loud. I lay there for a long time and was so noisy that I couldn't sleep, so I stopped sleeping."
"Haha, that's why the two of them are always assigned to be on duty together. Angus and I don't want to partner with them, so we can't rest. But speaking of it, this is also a matter of habit, sometimes it's too much If we are tired, we will ignore their snoring and fall asleep... "
Compared with the silent Angus, Colin is more of a chatterbox. He can talk endlessly for more than half an hour just by the snoring of Captain Marcelo and Weiric. Finally he said: "Claude, come and help me steer the ship while I smoke a cigarette first."
Colin took out a large and rough pipe from his pocket. He should have cut it out of shipbuilding wood. Then he took out a flat fish skin bag and used two pipes from the inside. He picked out two small handfuls of tobacco with his fingers, stuffed them into his pipe, and lit them with a fire stick. Taking a deep breath and blowing out the smoke, his spirit suddenly lifted.
"This is good stuff," Colin proudly shook the fish skin bag in his hand: "Tobacco from the continent of Nubisia. Many experienced captains and first mates at sea like this. The bosuns all like this. Just take a sip. It can make people feel less tired and invigorated. The most important thing is that it can cure minor ailments such as colds and colds... "
Claude frowned. The cigarette Colin exhaled just now smelled a little spicy, unlike the mellow smell he smelled when his father smoked at home. It was obvious that his fish skin cigarette bag contained all the smoke. It is the lowest quality cut tobacco.
"How about you take a sip too?" Colin looked at the pipe in his hand with some reluctance.
Claude shook his head and thanked him.
"I saw someone wrapping tobacco in paper and rolling it into a small stick for smoking, so that there is no need to use a pipe..." Claude thought that maybe he could open a cigarette factory in the future, which would also be a very prosperous business.
"That must be the behavior of a prodigal!" Colin expressed his anger and contempt: "This cut tobacco is very expensive and the quantity is not large. Every time it is sold, there will be competition. Now there are more and more ocean-going merchant ships from the Nubisian continent. The less, the price of cut tobacco keeps rising, and there are many profiteers who dry leaves and weeds and mix them into cut tobacco for sale. The cut tobacco I buy is the purest, which is very difficult. Roll up the cut tobacco Smoking will waste a lot of money. Doing so means not cherishing the tobacco. Only people with too much money can be so stupid... "
Claude was speechless and could only shrug. This was just talking to death. I just wanted to discuss which way of smoking was the most convenient, but I didn't expect that Colin would be so resentful.
Colin was still complaining about the waste of tobacco. In his opinion, any smoking without a pipe was a blasphemy against tobacco. When an old sailor gave him his first puff of cigarette, he fell in love with the taste, even though most of the money he earned was spent on it. Because he couldn't afford those expensive pipes, he made one himself, which took him half a month...
Finally, the sky got a little brighter, and a hazy glow appeared where the sky and the sea meet. Claude breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it would not snow again today. Maybe the sun will still be obscured by thick clouds, but at least it won't be a cloudy day. If the sun doesn't shine, you need to be careful, as there is likely to be a heavy snowstorm during the day.
Vericro climbed down from the mast stiffly. The fishskin hat he wore was covered with a thin layer of frost. Then he took off the lambskin gloves on his hands and handed them to Claude: " What time is it and how far is it from Krulu Flying Fish Island?”
Fishskin hats and lambskin gloves were provided by the sailors. If Claude and Viricault were not on board, they would have to take turns climbing the mast to serve as lookouts. So when they saw that the two of them did not have these equipment, they generously provided them. This is why they were willing to obey Claude's request and go to Krulu Flying Fish Island to search. After all, the most sinful work was done by Claude and Viricolo, and they were a little embarrassed...
"It should be after five o'clock, you can go and take a rest. Colin said that we can see the Klulu Flying Fish Island in more than an hour." Claude answered while putting on a fish skin hat and a small Sheepskin gloves, now it was his turn to climb the mast.
In this era, ships sailing on the sea relied on astrology and compasses. It is said that these are also navigation tools handed down from the era of magical civilization. The captain of every seagoing ship must master astrological knowledge, and some first mates and bosuns can also calculate the sea area where the ship is based on the stars above their heads. As for the compass, it is used to guide the direction at night without stars. The difference between this world and the earth is that the magnetic field is a bit chaotic. It seems that there are magnetic minerals in many places, which can easily interfere with the direction of the compass.
Claude stayed on the mast for more than an hour. It was already bright, but the clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker. Occasionally, the sun's rays would be revealed through the gaps in the clouds, making the sea below shine. With golden light.
When Captain Marcelo yawned and stretched out of the cabin, Claude climbed down from the mast. There is no need for him to guide the direction now. The outline of the thumb-sized Klulu Flying Fish Island has already appeared in the distance. All he has to do is go straight towards the island.
Claude ate a sandwich to fill his stomach, and then drank a cup of freshly brewed black tea to warm his body. Captain Marcelo also stood next to him with a cup of black tea, looking at the Krulu Flying Fish Island in the distance.
"I have been to this place many times," Captain Marcelo said. "If this island was not often flooded due to storms, I would really like to open a tavern on an island like this. There are many ships going to the island to supply supplies and ask for water. Sitting in a tavern drinking rye and listening to passing sailors talking about the strange things they encountered on the sea, it would be a very happy life... "
Claude glanced at him and didn't know how to answer the question. For a hired captain who wanted to open a tavern, who could guarantee that he didn't want to be a tavern owner just to continue fooling around in the tavern? I heard that he was refused entry to several taverns in the dock area because he was in debt and often fought with his gambling opponents until he was finally thrown out or kicked out of the tavern.
Captain Marcelo finished his exclamation and asked Claude seriously: "How are you going to search? You don't want to go to the island, do you? My suggestion is to walk around Klulu Feiyu Island. Anyway, this island is not big, Ai It can be seen clearly at a glance whether Gram is on this island. If we go to the island to search, I am worried that a lot of time will be wasted. It is likely to start snowing tonight, which will make it difficult for us to return."
Claude nodded: "Okay, I'll do as you said. We will circle the island. Viriclo and I will get on the mast and stand on the bow. That way, if Ike is on the island and sees us, he will come out." And even if he doesn’t see us, you’ll know if he’s here if you see his small fishing boat.”
Captain Marcelo smiled: "Claude, I hope your intuition is correct, and I also hope that Ike is on this island. In addition, I know some news that the merchant fleet led by Captain Otruni is not going to Those southern kingdoms trade, right?”
Claude was stunned: "Where did you get this news?"
Captain Marcelo just smiled without answering. After drinking the cup of black tea in his hand, he walked to the helm station.
The Myrdini is getting closer and closer to the Flying Fish Island of Kurulu.
"Claude, look, is that Ike's small fishing boat!" Verricro on the mast pointed at the sea ahead and shouted loudly.
Everyone on the boat looked in the direction that Viricero was pointing. It was a sunken ship with only about one meter of mast visible above the water, and the entire hull was submerged in the water.
"I don't know! I can't tell!" Claude shouted loudly: "Captain, move towards the sunken ship!"
Captain Marcelo turned the wheel and turned the ship's bow toward the sunken ship. But before they could get closer, Viricero's excited shout came from the mast: "There is someone on the beach, it's Ike, I recognize his trousers, plaid blue trousers, it's indeed him, he Lie down on the beach!”
Captain Marcelo took Claude, Verricro and Angus to the beach in a small boat. As soon as the bottom of the boat touched the beach below, Viricero was the first to jump out. Regardless of the cold water soaking his boots and trousers, he stumbled towards Erikson lying on the beach. go. For such a long time, no matter how everyone shouted, Erikson still lay motionless on the beach...
"Ike, Ike..." Virikro's speed became slower and slower as he approached Ericson. Finally, he stopped three steps away from Ericson and did not dare to move forward. He was scared. Kessen lay motionless on the ground. Viricero covered his face with his hands and knelt on the beach in despair. He cried loudly.
Captain Marcelo rushed over, passed over Viricero, turned over in front of Ericson, put his fingers on his neck, and suddenly said overjoyed: "He is still alive, and there is Breathe, just pass out!"
"What?" Viricero stopped crying and rushed over to grab Ericson's hand. He has calmed down now. He was frightened just now and thought that Ericson had been treated badly.
"He seems to have a fever..." Captain Marcelo carefully inspected Erikson's body: "There is a cut on the left thigh. It seems to have been scratched by something. He has lost too much blood. We have to take him as soon as possible. Get back to the ship.”