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Chapter 120 Discovery

Chapter 120 Discovery

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 Viricolo, because the Myrtini had already sailed in the open sea, the wind and waves were stronger than in Shark's Mouth Bay.

The ship was bumping up and down on the waves, and it was impossible to lie down on the small bed and close your eyes for a good rest.

This is incomparable to Captain Marcelo and the three sailors, and Claude admitted that he was not as good as him. Captain Marcelo first took the helm until two o'clock in the middle of the night, and then changed shifts with the sailor named Colin, casually stuffing some

Bread, drank two glasses of rye, loudly laughed at Claude who was shivering like a plague chicken on the mast, and then 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 Weiric tying themselves to the bed with ropes, snoring loudly. Claude also wanted to get in

He had a good sleep under the quilt and tied himself to the bed with the quilt like they did. However, the ups and downs of the ship kept Claude unable to fall asleep due to the bumps. He even became nauseous due to the bumps, and finally fell asleep.

Lord had to get up and get out of the cabin.

From time to time, Viricero's monotonous and trembling shouts sounded from the mast: "There are no obstacles ahead, keep going straight..."

Alas, the development of science and technology in this world is really slow. If there was radar, we would not have to suffer this problem. But when a ship sails at night, someone must act as a lookout to observe the channel in front of it to prevent the ship from interacting with unknown objects that appear on the channel.

Collision accident.

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 is relatively silent. It is said that he eats because of his poor family conditions.

As for the job of a sailor, 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 is relatively relaxed. He only needs to keep the ship's course from deviating from the helm. Anyway, he can't see the channel ahead clearly when sailing at night. This is why the watchman on the mast loudly reports the situation of the channel ahead every few minutes.

The helmsman adjusts the direction of the ship based on reported conditions.

Angus also had to stand on the bow of the ship and take a look at the channel ahead from time to time to avoid any omissions in the lookout hand and cause harm to the ship. Boating at night requires special caution, as the ship may accidentally hit floating objects or two objects on the sea.

It is not uncommon for 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 made people feel particularly cold. Colin at the helm smiled and said to Claude: "Why don't you go to sleep? Are those two guys snoring too loudly?

You can't sleep?"

Being at the helm is boring. Colin has long wanted to find someone to chat with. Angus is too far away and is a boring gourd. Verricro climbs too high. Colin has to raise his voice if he wants to chat with them.

There was a roar. 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 for more than half an hour just by the snoring of Captain Marcelo and Weiric. Finally he said: "Ke

Lord, come and help me steer the ship, I'll 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 it into his pipe, and lit it with a fire stick. He took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke, and his spirit suddenly cheered up.

"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, and the boatswain 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. Nowadays, more and more ocean-going merchant ships from the Nubisian continent are coming.

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. He just wanted to discuss which way of smoking was the most convenient, but he didn't expect that Colin would be so resentful.

Colin was still complaining endlessly about the waste of tobacco. In his opinion, any smoking without a pipe was a blasphemy to tobacco. He fell in love with the taste after an old sailor smoked his first cigarette.

, even though most of the money he earned was spent on this. 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 met. Claude felt relieved. It seemed that it would not snow today. Maybe the sun would still be obscured by thick clouds, but at least it wouldn't be a snowy one.

It's a cloudy day. If the sun doesn't shine, you need to be careful. There's likely to be a heavy snowstorm during the day.

Verricro climbed down from the mast stiffly. The fishskin hat on his head 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 as lookouts. So seeing that the two did not have these equipment, they

They generously provided it, which is why they were willing to obey Claude's request and go to Kurulu Flying Fish Island to search. After all, the most punishing 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 you can see the Klulu Flying Fish Island in more than an hour." Claude answered while putting on his fishskin hat and small hat.

Sheepskin gloves, now it's his turn to climb the mast.

In this era, ships sailing on the sea relied on astroscopes and compasses. It is said that these are also navigation tools handed down from the era of magic civilization. The captain of every sea-going ship must master the knowledge of astrology, and some first mates and boatswain can also use the information above their heads to

Use the astrology to calculate the sea area where the ship is located. 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 is easy to interfere with

to the direction of the north arrow.

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 shine 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 also happened to climb down from the mast. There was no need for him to guide the direction now, as the thumb-sized Kurulu Flying Fish Island had already appeared in the distance.

To see the outline of the island, just go straight towards the island.

Claude ate a sandwich to fill his stomach, and then took a cup of freshly brewed black tea and slowly drank it to warm his body. Captain Marcelo also took a cup of black tea and stood next to him, watching.

Kurulu 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 there are several taverns in the dock area.

He was refused entry because he was in debt and often fought with his gambling opponents until he was finally thrown or kicked out of the tavern.

Captain Marcelo finished his exclamation and asked Claude sternly: "How are you going to search? You don't want to go to the island, right? 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 Ke 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'll circle the island. Vericro and I will get on the mast and stand on the bow. That way, if Ike is on the island, he will come out if he sees us."

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 Otruny 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 Kurulu Flying Fish Island.

"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 steering wheel and turned the ship's bow towards the sunken ship submerged in the sea. But before it could get closer, Viricero's excited shout came from the mast: "There is someone on the beach, that's Ike.

I recognize his trousers, plaid blue trousers, that is indeed him, he is lying on the beach!"

Captain Marcelo took Claude, Verricro and Angus and rowed the boat to the beach. As soon as the bottom of the boat touched the beach below, Verricro was the first to jump out.

, regardless of the cold sea water soaking his boots and trousers, he stumbled and ran towards Erikson lying on the beach. For such a long time, no matter how everyone shouted, Erikson still lay on the beach.

Not moving at all...

"Ike, Ike..." Virikro's speed became slower and slower as he got closer to Erikson. Finally, he stopped three steps away from Erikson and did not dare to move forward. He was afraid.

Rickson lay motionless on the ground. Viricero covered his face with his hands, knelt on the beach in despair, and cried loudly.

Captain Marcelo rushed over, passed over Viricero, turned over in front of Erikson, put his fingers on his neck, and suddenly said overjoyed: "He is still alive, and there is

Breathe and 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 punished.

"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 out as soon as possible.

Take it back to the boat."


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