87_87643 The rat trail continues. The two ships were one in front of the other, but almost ocean--because the stormy ocean found them at the same time.

The phrase "thunder never ends, rain never ends" is not appropriate here. Even if Rohr had carefully avoided the area where the rain clouds had piled up at an incredible speed and drove as far as he could, the raindrops that accompanied the rumbling thunder would have been enough to call it a disaster. And the rain has the same salty smell as the sea, and occasionally something hard hits the head and smashes a bag, and when you pick it up and look at it, it may be a small shell, which makes people feel that this continuous heavy rain is simply someone pumping immeasurable water from the sea and throwing it high into the air to spread it down, and the small and humble human beings in this great cycle of nature are at best just poor worms who are alone.

The further you go, the heavier the rainstorm. As soon as they stood on the deck and said a little longer, they were poured a mouthful of salty water, and the sailors could only hide their mouths and shout hysterically, which was simply not sailing on the sea, but in the middle of the sea.

Unbearable rainstorms thwart the idea of peeking into this vast and mysterious ocean. The vastness of the oceans was to be worshipped and feared, and any unrealistic folly was buried with their masters, not even a little foam—the vastness of the frontier and the unfathomable treachery conquered all the warriors and explorers who sought to conquer her, and they invaded her courtyard for all kinds of purposes and reasons, like robbers who came into her chamber and carried evil in her arms, and she did not mind. Only occasionally lose your temper, at most shout at those people, sneez, this is not really to target anyone, but few people can withstand that kind of earth-shattering coquettishness, in the end, it is still the bad of those dead guys.

And the current scenery is just her most ordinary daily grooming, not even a warning. If clever and cautious enough, those who try to spy on her secrets should retreat, and it is enough to sit in a tavern by the sea and watch the gloom of the sky play the piano and sing the music, as sentimental and idle bards generally think.

Of course. Giving the ocean a human character and mind is inherently wishful thinking. The people who really sail in it do not have such leisure or delicate hearts to care about the blue water like a girl's eye waves, and the gentle waves like a lover's caresse. Just as the guys who don't live in the dark region always care about the eerie caves, the evil dragons sleeping on the treasures, and the girls who have been washed white and tender and placed in the pot of the underground cannibals waiting for the knights to save them, how can they know that the earthquake is the simplest and clearest source of destruction in the dark regions? The sea is the sea, silent and powerful, and it will not be pleased to throw a few oxen into the sea and bow down to the barbarians, nor will it be angry at the sailors who are drunk and stand in a row on the side of the ship and pee in the sea. It doesn't even matter if the mighty wizard waves his wand to repel the tsunami of blatant defiance—the so-called audacity is always only for the insignificant being, and the offending is always only because the offended person really takes it seriously. Only a man who dares to challenge the sea and defeat the sea can be called a man? This kind of glorification and advocacy of the innocence of soldiers and the abrogation of the law by the powerful and justified are the same, when people want to do something for their selfish desires, what kind of code of conduct should they find and try to rationalize and nobilize it, may the gods forgive you, do you know how many demons in the abyss are snickering at it?

I want to be easy, I want to be simple. You don't go to hell to catch breeding fish because you have seventeen children to raise, even though you may eat more lives in one bite than a war casualty - the gods bless those who try to survive, to sailors. The sea is their place of livelihood, the sea is their means of making a living, and survival is the ultimate truth, which is far better than false and powerless romance, although the tavern bard tells the sailor the metaphor of the sea and the woman being inseparable. They usually laugh rudely, receive the ambiguous feelings hidden in it, and even raise their wine glasses passionately and heroically shout to conquer the sea like conquering women. Their expressions shone like the truth of life, but when they reached the sea again, their faces would quickly darken in the face of the rolling waves of the wind and the sea.

Fortunately, Forty-Seven is not begging for a living at sea.

So he was at ease, his two ghostly red eyes shining brightly in the torrential rain, and if he were a little bigger, maybe it would be brighter than a lighthouse.

"Dear Sir...... Twenty-six was wrapped in a canvas full of holes, and he couldn't open his eyes from the rain, and he stood trembling, soaked with water everywhere in his body, and even the spitting stars that spewed out were salty.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Twenty-six was so frightened that he hurriedly took a few steps back, and his foot slipped and almost fell on the deck. He bowed his head deeply, and his body curled up in a ball—did I sneeze in front of the venerable gentleman?

"Didn't I tell you to go to the kitchen to get bait?" Forty-Seven didn't care, in fact, he didn't have that high accuracy to distinguish those few bits of saliva in such a heavy rain, "Or is there something wrong with you?"

"That ......" Twenty-Six wrung his fingers nervously: "Honorable sir, it's nothing...... It is...... Even the sailors wanted to ask where we were going...... The big guy is a little worried right now......"

He wiped the rain from his face and glanced into the distance, where it was now impossible to distinguish between the sea and the sky, and it was a completely chaotic leaden gray, like a behemoth with a wide open mouth waiting for the dodo: "Don't get me wrong

It's just a message...... The sailors began to talk, a little confused...... It's been a few days, and in addition to going farther and farther, it's all dark, and it seems that the route is also something that the big guys haven't walked...... Can we really catch up with Captain Simon? It's so big...... They ask you, if you want to ...... Why don't we go back first?"

Forty-seven glanced around the ship. He could see that it seemed to be battling the heavy rain. The sailors who were struggling to steer the ship were actually peeking at this side, quickly shifting their gaze as he looked past, thinking that he hadn't noticed.

Forty-seven looked at Twenty-Six, and it was estimated that just a little scare would make him tell who had instigated him to come to him, and maybe not at all. Then the job is to wear this leading bastard on the highest mast, so that the rest of the bastards can be honest...... He used to do this kind of thing, a bunch of colonies to make trouble, so as long as one is destroyed, the rest will be quiet. But he thought about it again. I decided not to do it yet.

"Well, for the sake of the bait, I'll ask. ”

Morrill was sitting in the captain's cabin at the stern of the Dodo, staring intently at the rainstorm outside. In the past, when she was in the "Stone of the Future", she often looked at the rain through the window as she does now, and it was hazy and full of mysterious beauty—like the esoteric magical world.

Most of the furnishings and utensils were fixed, except for the flame of the whale oil lamp, which swayed slightly with the undulations of the ship's hull. The flickering light shone on the untattooed half of her face, also clouding her somewhat tired and delicate countenance. The light and shadow reflect a bit of delicacy that is rarely seen in ordinary times.

Hearing the noise, Morrill turned his head just in time to see Forty-Seven, covered in water, walking in.

"You're not afraid of rust now?" Morrill was about to sneer, but choked on the smoke of the whale oil lamp and coughed.

Forty-seven came over and extinguished the oil lamp, and the captain's room was immediately darkened except for the sound of crackling raindrops on the portholes.

For some reason, Morriel was a little flustered if this happened during the spellcast. It was enough to make her lose all her efforts: "Stupid! What are you doing? I still have to read!"

"You're not reading. Why don't you use magic lighting?" Forty-Seven rubbed the grease on his fingers and applied it to the bottom of the table, the water on his body flowing down the gap in his armor to the ground. and rainwater seeping in from the edge of the window.

"In a dangerous situation like this, as a mage, you shouldn't waste your strength for comfort, you have to be prepared reasonably, and you have to memorize spells that are more likely to be useful. Morrill said a little stiffly, "What's the matter?"

Forty-Seven sat down at the table and looked down at Moriel, "Have you found the ship in front of you?"

"Not yet. But in the direction...... Why do you ask this?" Morriel turned his gaze back to the rain curtain outside.

"I'm thinking," Forty-Seven picked up a quill and fiddled with it, "if you can tell where they are, then I can take you to catch up with them quickly." Why do you want to follow this broken ship slowly?"

"You're taking me with you?," Morrill asked rhetorically.

"I can fly above the clouds. Avoid heavy rains. Maybe it's a little ......cold in the sky," Forty-Seven thought for a moment, "But it's not a problem for you, is it?"

"That's a problem. Morriel immediately vetoed the forty-seven: "That's too high." And how can you see Simon's ship above the clouds?"

"I don't think so. Besides, why should I look at it, isn't it you? Well, I don't want to be on the ship anymore. Fly over, find them, and get this thing out. I'm ......."

"Now I must consider what I would have been doing in your absence!I've always been alone, I've always thought so!" Morriel interrupted Forty-Seven abruptly.

The quill snapped and broke.

Morrill was stunned for a moment, then turned his chair around, resting his hand on the table and touching his forehead.

"I ...... No, I can't concentrate on casting spells in that situation. I need an environment that is as undisturbed as possible, I ...... The cabin is a better option than the dragon back. ”

Forty-seven put the quill pen on the table and stood up indifferently.

"Oh well. ”

"You came in to ask me this?" Morrill asked, still stroking his head.

"Not exactly. But it doesn't matter, the rest is the little things. ”

Forty-seven stepped out of the hatch and just turned a corner when she ran into Chloe.

"Hi, Forty-Seven. Chloe greeted him with a bottle of wine held up in a very sunny position: "The rain is so heavy that people are not refreshed, you should drink some wine to warm up...... Is Morriel free now?"

With a "snap", the bottle was shattered by forty-seven bullets.

"Hey!" Chloe couldn't avoid it even if she was sharp, and a large chunk of the spilled wine was drenched on her chest: "What a waste! We're on the boat!

Forty-seven squeezed past her. Answering her question by the way: "She was indeed available before you eavesdropped." ”

Twenty-six was still waiting for him at the hatch with a sad face: "Distinguished guest......"

The burning red pupils told him to stop: "Who took the lead in letting you come to me? In order that they will not come up with this stupid construction again, I will wear him on the mast as a warning...... Or wear you on the mast. ”

"I ...... I ...... "Twenty-six in the forty-seven step by step forced the queen to retreat, foot."

Falling on the deck, even the canvas that wrapped himself in the ground was scattered, he wanted to say something, but he coughed violently from the torrential rain.

Rohr's shouts delayed Forty-Seven's disciplinary plan.

The sea elves were in good spirits in such weather, and their blue eyes were as unblinking as forty-seven. He firmly controlled the steering wheel and let out a high-pitched shout: "There is a storm!

Viewed from the port side of the Dodo, an indescribable storm cloud rapidly formed in the distance. It whirred. It looked as if something had stuck to the clouds and the sea, and the churning clouds separated and coalesced in between, and even at this distance the Dodo was pulled a little off, and the rain curtain became frantic and drifted sideways along the waves that began to change direction.

Rohr's face changed. He handed over the rudder to the sailors beside him, jumped to the side of the ship, but did not dare to enter the water. Instead, he leaned over the railing to observe the currents carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more ugly his face became.

"Maelstrom!"

In another location, Simon shouted the phrase to Rohr at about the same time.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the storm seemed to swell a lot. The waves crashed against the flat, somewhat eerie hull of the Hermit Crab from the side, lifting it up, dropping, and lifting it up again...... Getting higher and higher.

"Watch the compass!" shouted a Shirek cringing on the railing, nominally the ship's first mate, "Detect the currents!

What a compass to look at, what a current! I know I'm spinning with my fucking eyes closed!

"No need! don't look for any instruments!" Simon couldn't help himself when he saw that the crappy sailors actually went to do what they were told. It's really hard for them to run back and forth in the boat in this situation, and no one has fallen into the sea - why didn't they fall into the sea!

"Then what do you say!" the first mate shouted at him, "Think of a way!"

What the can I do! If I have a way to get out, I'll leave it alone. Let you all be torn to pieces by this storm and feed the sharks - but Simon can't get out, so he can only keep a word, firmly controlling the steering wheel and balancing, trying not to let the waves mixed with large and small whirlpools sweep the Hermit Crab into it, once it is trapped by these whirlpools. If it is aggregated to a scale that can engulf a ship, then the sea will immediately come from all directions, and then not to mention a shipload of Shirek. Even a boatload of Poseidon priests is afraid that they will not be able to return to the sky.

It hurts. Because of the excessive force, the bare ten fingertips have a feeling of burning fire...... Simon has been biting his nails too bald these days.

Simon has had this habit since he was a child, and he will keep gnawing his nails whenever he is nervous or panicking, which is why he is one of the few sailors who does not hide mud between his fingernails. More than twenty years ago, when he first became a helmsman, he also clung to the helm wheel with his bare fingers, staring at the unfathomable ocean ahead, for fear that a shark or some other monster would pop out of the sea and drag him down - he still had to worry about this, and he didn't even have a man and a boat, and there were no bones left.

A terrible wave came from behind, almost drowning the Hermit Crab, but fortunately another wave crested the Hermit Crab that had been buried in the water again, like a bleak leaf.

"How's it going?" Orlando didn't know when he appeared next to Simon, and the captain didn't have time to pay attention.

The lead cloud swirled overhead, as if it could be touched by reaching out, and the entire sea surface where the Hermit Crab was located was clearly tilted, and the rainstorm and the waves were now indistinguishable, as if they had been mixed together, dotted with brilliant and lively lace on the outer edge of the whirlpool.

"If it weren't for the special structure of the Hermit Crab, we might have been finished!" Simon was now almost hanging on the steering wheel, and he wondered why Orlando was still dead like a lung disease, could he believe in God like a madman?

"Good. The words that popped out of Orlando's mouth barely Simon off: "Do what you planned!"

"What's the plan?" said Simon, who couldn't care more about being polite.

"It will crush for us the lowly obstructioners," the killer said with great lightness: "A qiē glory to Shirek." ”

Rohr was no longer able to control the ship, and now Forty-Seven was at the helm. Between the wave peaks one after another, forty-seven pairs of feet stood with their feet slightly apart, motionless like a mountain. He even controlled the steering wheel with only one hand, and the other hand was swinging gracefully, and the dodo, which had reached its limit, was as easy as flying a kite, and Moriel was angry when he looked at Forty-Seven, and it was difficult to say anything, so he could only guide Forty-Seven, who knew nothing about navigation, through Guò's own predictions and Roel's experience. The Dodo tossed in the waves, its hull making a tooth-aching sound, but miraculously it didn't fall apart.

Chloe had cut everything that got in her way, sails, cables, and let them be swept into the sea. At a time when everyone else could only hold on to what was nearest, she was as light as a swallow skimming the water, stepping on it here and grabbing it there, from the stern to the bow of the boat, as if walking on the ground.

A great stretch of the sea has collapsed. A huge unimaginable storm rolled the sky counterclockwise, twisted the sea clockwise, grinding the qiē between the sky and the sea, and by the way, brought the dusty dodo and hermit crab, and moved more and more into the center of darkness