"What's that?"

Old Cook narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

At the end of his line of sight, the blue sky and the ocean became one, and in the distance where the sea and the sky met, something seemed to be converging.

The wind was blowing again, and fortunately they had already put away the sails, otherwise they would have been blown back by this strong wind, which is not good!

The hull of the ship swayed with the waves of the sea, but for a man like Cook Sr., who had adapted to such turbulence more than thirty years ago, he was now nearly fifty years old, and he had lived in this sea for so many years, and many years of experience told him that it might be a heavy rain.

"Skinny Monkey, go tell the captain that there may be heavy rain, and by the way, let that kid Martin come up and let him see how far away the rain clouds are!"

He shouted in a hoarse voice, and the thick phlegm in Old Cook's throat made him cough violently, and this discomfort made the furrow on Old Cook's face wrinkle even deeper.

"The old sailor can't do it anymore......"

The fifty-year-old sailor's voice was hoarse and he smiled self-deprecatingly, after this trip, he probably couldn't continue to work, and the physical problems accumulated over the years were urging him to leave the sea and return to the land and live a 'down-to-earth' life.

The reply of "Got it" came from afar, and the old sailor stood on the deck, looking at the dark clouds in the distance.

Those black clouds can always bring countless bad luck to them 'sea boys', but fortunately this time his ship is a big ship, if the heavy rain does not set off too much wind and waves, then basically there will be no danger, the problem is the cargo in the hold, so he will let the thin monkey inform the captain.

Old Cook peeled open an orange with his rough fingers and shoved a slice of it into his mouth, and as the oldest crew member on the ship, he had the qualifications to be able to eat a whole orange by himself.

He had heard that his ambitious captain was a down-and-out nobleman, who had become a 'captain' because he had turned over the belongings of his ancestors from his home and exchanged them for some money to buy the second-hand ship.

But for this kind of 'novice' who has lived at sea for less than five years, even if he has money, no one wants to believe him, so he has not been able to recruit a first mate with rich sailing experience.

Even, the people on the ship were almost all newcomers, newcomers who had not been trained by the sea, and the reason why old Cook would follow this 'captain' on board was because no other ship was willing to accept an old man like him.

He was just a sailor, not an experienced navigator, a first mate, just a sailor covered with old wounds and nothing but experience, and he was too old for anyone to let him on his ship.

However, the captain didn't mind, because he couldn't recruit the first mate himself, so he could only settle for the next best thing and recruit Old Cook at a high price and let him help train his first mate - although Old Cook was experienced, he couldn't compare to the first mate he had cultivated!

So the elder Cook became the third person on this ship, in addition to the captain and first mate, who could call all the crew.

Chewing on a clove of orange in his mouth, sweet and sour juice splashing in his mouth, old Cook looked in the direction where the wind and clouds were gathering, and even though he had put away his sails, the stronger and stronger wind blew the ship off the way.

Old Cook had long since discovered this, but he didn't say it.

The captain invited him on board so that he could train the crew, and if they couldn't even find out about it, then what kind of ship would they run!

Knock knock knock......

Old Cook didn't look up, he heard the sound of someone running on the deck, and he didn't even have to think about it to know that it was the sound of Martin's boy running, and that no one on the ship would be so eager to do things except that kid.

Martin, dressed in a sackcloth coat and looking excited, kept his monoculars in a leather bag, stood under a mast, wiped the sweat from his hands with his clothes, rubbed his hands, and climbed up the mast.

On this ship, neither the captain nor the first mate had the courage to climb the mast, so the position of lookout fell on his shoulders!

After all, he is the bravest and hardest working sailor on this ship, and he has longed for this blue sea since he was a child, even if he needs to sail on the ocean all day long, this endless blue sea will never get tired of looking at it.

The telescope was the captain's treasure, which he had bought at great expense, so Martin naturally valued it very much.

Licking his chapped lips and sniffing the fishy sea breeze, Martin took out his binoculars from his leather bag and looked into the distance—he didn't need to point the way at all, he had already seen the black clouds in the distance when he stood on the deck.

With his legs and left hand hooked to the mast, Martin, who was half in the air, closed one eye and pointed it at the binoculars: "I'll see what it is—"

The smile on Martin's face froze instantly as he saw through the telescope's lenses, and he blinked dumbfounded.

"What's that......"

He looked into the distance with his own naked eyes, blinked, and after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he took a deep breath and looked through the binoculars again.

After ordering his first mate to handle the cargo, the captain of the ship stepped up to the deck, nodded to Old Cook, who was sitting on the wooden crate on the deck, and looked at the mast.

"Martin, what do you see?" the captain shouted into his lookout.

"Wave ......"

Martin's Adam's apple rolled, and he subconsciously muttered, but he was the only one who heard it.

Just when the captain couldn't wait to ask a second time, Martin suddenly shouted: "Waves!"

His exclamation even caused the elder Cook to turn his head to look at the mast, and then the old sailor saw the novice with a strong desire for expression pointing into the distance with a telescope and shouting, "Waves!!"

Then old Cook saw Martin and slid straight down the mast, and he tried it, and knew what it felt like — his hands and feet would become unusually hot and painful.

Something happened!

The scene before him equated with 'danger' in Cook's mind, and he stood up and walked to the captain's side.

"Captain, something happened!"

But before he could stop it, Martin was already yelling.

Martin's panicked voice drew everyone's attention, and all the sailors looked this way.

"Calm down, panic what!"

Old Cook scolded, snatched the telescope from the panicked Martin, and then he said to the somewhat stunned captain beside him: "Captain, I'll go up and take a look, this kid is still too young." ”

"Uh, that's ......"

Having received the captain's reply, the elder Cook climbed up to the tallest mast of the three-masted ship along the side skew, and looked into the distance with his binoculars.

Seeing the sight in the distance, Old Cook gasped.

After more than 30 years of living at sea, he has never seen such a tall wave – almost connected to the sky!

Now he finally knew why that kid Martin was so panicked...... But it's not unsolvable.

"Captain ......"

After returning to the deck, old Cook pretended to be indifferent and smiled: "It's okay, it's just that this kid is making too much fuss." ”

"But......," Martin hurriedly tried to argue.

Old Cook turned his head and glared at him, and opened his mouth to scold: "I have been at sea for more than 30 years, and I have never seen any strong winds and waves?

After Martin was scolded, his mouth was puffed, but after hearing the old Cook's scolding, he also quieted down and was no longer so flustered.

The sailors around him laughed as well, and their laughter made Martin blush.

"Captain, I remember there's a magic circle on the ship that increases the speed of the ship, right?"

After comforting the sailors, Old Cook pulled the captain aside and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, old Cook, what's wrong?" Seeing that old Cook seemed to have a somewhat gloomy look, the captain had a sense of foreboding in his heart.

It's a magic ship, but the captain would rather never use that magic array for the rest of his life, because if he does, the whole ship will slowly collapse - this is his ship!

"Let's go back......," Old Cook took a deep breath, "use the magic array to speed up the return, we just came out, and we still have time to return! When we get back to the shores of the Empire, go and talk to the sheriff—"

"'Poseidon is angry'!"