"How...how could this happen? Was it struck by lightning?"
"It's over, the refuge ship is gone..."
"Sister, I... what should we do now?!"
The other children also discovered the tragic situation on the coast, and there was an uproar.
Many of the children looked pale and frightened, and even some of the younger ones knelt on the beach with a thud and burst into tears.
Sister Lessa was suddenly awakened by the crying in her ears. She clutched the cross and took a deep breath. When she looked back, the look of fear and despair on her face had disappeared.
"Don't worry, everyone."
She tried her best to smile and said with relief:
"The naval gentleman who contacted me before is a rear admiral with many warships under his command! Although the refuge ship he sent was destroyed by a mine, if I contact him again, he should be able to send another one soon.
The warship is coming to pick us up and leave."
"Eh? Really, nun?"
The children's cries suddenly subsided, and a little boy asked in surprise.
"Of course. When have I lied to you?"
The nun raised her right arm with a face full of confidence: "Okay! I'm going to contact the major general now. As for you, are you all exhausted now? Let's all rest where we are. Do you understand?"
"Understood, Sister!"
A chorus of responses.
Seeing the children who were resting on the ground with renewed energy, the nun turned her head, secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, then took out the phone bug from her arms, walked away, and pretended to be a contact person.
After a while.
She returned to her original place and happily announced to everyone that the major general was aware of what was happening here and promised that a second refuge ship would be sent out soon to pick them all up.
As expected, these words aroused cheers among all the children, while the nun struck while the iron was hot and went to the warship alone in the name of praying for the sailors who were killed by lightning.
After a while, he came back with a lot of food and drinking water and distributed them to the children.
"There is bread!"
"There are also canned fish and canned yellow peaches, which are great!"
"Thank you Sister!"
After walking all night, the children were tired and already hungry. After sharing the food with each other, they immediately started gobbling it down.
The nun smiled and leaned against the rock wall, watching the little guys eating happily, but her mood sank little by little.
She just went to the warship alone to pray for the dead. The purpose was to search for survivors and to check the damage to the sails and masts on the ship to try to see if it was possible to repair the warship so that it could sail.
However.
What lies before us is the worst-case scenario. Not only is there no possibility of repairing the warship, there are no survivors on board, and all the sailors mysteriously died in the lightning strike.
What made her even more desperate was that one of them, wearing a white cloak of justice, turned out to be the major general she had worked so hard to finally contact.
what does that mean?
No navy warships would come again, so she and her children could only be trapped on this beach, waiting desperately for death.
As for going back to Frevans?
After hesitating for a moment, the nun shook her head and rejected this unrealistic idea.
After all, when she left with her children, the white town had already entered a state of collapse, and the border situation had become increasingly tense. It was even very likely that within the next two days, the surrounding neighboring countries would officially launch an attack on Freifans.
A massive attack...
After finally taking the children out of that hell, how could they go back and die?
What should I do...
Confusion, confusion, and fear lingered in her heart... Sister Lessa buried her face between her knees, trying not to let the children notice, clutching the cross, and sobbed silently.
After all, she is just a young girl. It is a miracle that she can persist until now. Faced with such a desperate situation, how can she come up with other ideas?
Crying drained the last bit of strength from her body, and she could no longer resist the sleepiness. Unknowingly, she leaned against the wall and fell asleep in a daze.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Suddenly there was a violent shaking feeling on my shoulders, and then a surprised voice sounded in my ears:
"Sister! A ship is really coming!"
"It's a warship! The navy is coming to rescue us!"
…
What?
For the first time, Sister Lessa thought she had heard wrongly, but when she suddenly opened her eyes, the dazzling sunlight made her subconsciously close her eyes again, almost shedding tears.
After she finally got used to the light, she covered half of her forehead with her hands, squinted her eyes, and realized that the sky was bright and the warm sun was hanging high above her head.
It's already noon?
Did I accidentally sleep for a whole morning?
His eyes moved down to the sea, and he saw far away on the horizon a huge white warship, riding the wind and waves, heading towards the shore at full speed.
The white sails fluttered slightly in the wind, and the blue scale seagulls painted on them seemed to be coated with a soft golden edge under the sunlight, looking so warm and reliable.
"How could..."
The nun immediately covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.
The children around her, however, did not notice the strangeness in her expression at all. After resting all morning and having recovered their strength after eating and drinking, they were already running towards the shore with laughter, jumping and cheering...