“Fresh cod fillet~pour lemon juice on it, fry it for seven minutes on low heat, and pour hot oyster sauce on it…”
In the kitchen of the ship, Nora hummed softly while skillfully using a spatula to flip the cod pieces in the pan, letting the sauce continue to dry out over low heat.
The sea breeze blew in from the open porthole, taking away the smoke from the kitchen. She tucked her hair behind her ears with some comfort, then turned down the fire a little to prevent it from being messed up by the wind.
Suddenly, the boat accelerated sharply and the frying pan on the stove was thrown up by inertia. Nora subconsciously dodged sideways, but the frying pan hit the wall behind her, and the soup inside splashed all over her.
Nora: …
Well, the burns from the soup were not a big deal, but my clothes were stained, the fish was fried in vain, and my good mood was completely ruined.
Silently, she cleaned the floor, threw the soiled fish pieces into the trash can, then picked up the pan and put it away.
Then Nora left the kitchen and walked towards the captain's room without saying a word.
In the captain's room, Peggy was so scared that she almost cried. She kept flipping through the manual and looking at the dashboard here and there, looking so timid that she wanted to try but was afraid of making things worse. It was really pitiful.
"Peggy?" Nora's voice sounded from behind.
"Nora!" Peggy pulled her over quickly as if she had been saved, and explained helplessly, "I just... pushed the speed gear, and then the boat suddenly accelerated... I, I didn't do anything!"
"Let me see." Nora looked at the power dial carefully, "Yes, the power is only level 1. But why is the boat going so fast..."
"What are you doing?" Sheila's voice came from outside the door.
When they looked back, they saw Sheila standing outside the captain's room with an unhappy look on her face and wet hair... Thinking of what happened to the frying pan fish in the kitchen, and remembering that she seemed to have seen Sheila sitting in the lounge area, holding a cup of black tea and reading a book, Nora seemed to guess something.
Well, we are in the same boat. Let’s go back to Hearthfire Island to take a shower together later.
"It's not a problem with the driving." Nora stared at the sea rushing backwards outside the porthole, "It should be some external force pushing the ship forward."
"External force?" Sheila was a little stunned, then she opened the porthole and looked out.
As soon as she opened the porthole, the sound of violent waves, splashing water, and some faint shouting came to her face. Sheila listened silently for a while.
Sidlifa, it seemed to be Sidlifa's laughter.
"They're on the deck," Sheila said, turning back.
When the three girls came to the deck, they saw Ask standing beside them, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Sidleyfa was standing on the side of the ship, laughing excitedly into the wind, holding a steel cable tightly in her hand.
One end of the steel cable was fixed to the whaling gun on the side of the ship, while the other end extended deep into the sea ahead. A huge figure was swimming desperately and rapidly below, dragging the entire ship forward at a high speed through the stretched steel cable, as if it was running a motorboat at full speed.
"That is..." Nora was slightly stunned, "Whale?"
"Yes." Sidlifa stopped laughing and turned to explain to everyone, "After it is exhausted and bled, we will have whale meat to eat tonight!"