Wave after wave of pig-like howlings echoed across the Atlantic Ocean at night. However, on this vast expanse of sea, the sound could not even ripple, and was swept away by the sea wind and dissipated in the air.
After a while, Allen felt satisfied with the beating. To be precise, he was tired of it. With this venting, his irritability became much lighter, and his mood gradually calmed down a lot. He calmed down again.
But Columbus had long been unable to scream, and lay rotting on the deck like a dead fish, motionless.
After Allen calmed down a little, he kicked Columbus and said, "Stop pretending to be dead! Sit up quickly!"
Columbus was suddenly startled and jumped up. Because his face was bruised and swollen, he was stammering when he spoke. He trembled and said softly: "You...don't...hit me?..."
"That's enough. Speak to me now!" Allen was furious, but he didn't do anything serious. This guy was pretending to be serious, just to calm himself down.
Columbus quickly took out a metal square wine bottle from his arms and drank heavily. The bottle must be filled with blood. After a while, the swelling on his face eased a lot. Then Columbus asked carefully
: "Brother? Are you not angry anymore?"
"How long have I slept!?" Allen asked. No matter when or where, once you are in trouble, you must first understand the current situation. This is a good habit that Allen has developed over the years.
"More than a week...a little..." Columbus's eyes flickered and he answered hesitantly.
"Tell me the truth!" Allen raised his fists, looking like he wanted to hit someone again.
"Two weeks! Less than... two weeks!..." Columbus waved his hands and explained quickly.
"What did you give me to drink!?" Allen was dubious, but still put his fist down.
"Well...it's just ordinary rum, but with my special sleeping pills added..." Columbus replied carefully, his voice was very weak.
"How could you still come up with such a thing!?" Allen was speechless.
"I specially prepared this for myself. Once the wind direction or ocean current is suitable and I can cruise for a long time, I can pass the time by falling asleep." Columbus explained quickly.
"How far has the ship traveled?" Allen continued to ask.
"Um..." Columbus seemed a little reluctant to answer this question, but after seeing Allen's unkind eyes and raised fists again, he reluctantly replied: "My ship can reach a speed of nearly two hours per hour at the fastest."
Traveling at a speed of ten knots..."
"Holy crap! Hasn't it already traveled five or six thousand nautical miles!" Alan was shocked.
"No...this is not necessarily the case..." Columbus hurriedly waved his hands and explained: "After entering the Atlantic Ocean, under the headwind, it is impossible to run fast at all. It should not be this far..."
"So, even you don't know where we sailed to!?" Allen covered his face, feeling the despair of the current situation.
"Well... to be precise, our location and latitude can be accurately measured with tools, but the longitude can only be vaguely estimated through astrology..." Columbus replied not very confidently.
"So...you still don't know the specific location..." Allen really wanted to strangle Columbus to death at this time.
"I have calculated before that it will only take more than two months to reach the distant east!" Columbus suddenly said confidently.
"Get out!!!" Allen yelled: "Turn the ship around now! Return with all your strength! Send me back first!"
"I don't want it!!!"
"Are you looking for death!?"
"If you want to kill me, just kill me! Rather than being a vampire without dreams, it would be better for me to become a dead salted fish! Buried in this beautiful sea!" Columbus spoke firmly and spoke impassionedly, quite without hesitation.
The spirit of sacrifice that flies into the flame.
Allen was so angry that he couldn't speak, and was about to teach him another lesson. Columbus suddenly shouted, "The ship has deviated from the course!"
Then, Columbus ignored Allen and ran towards the captain's cabin with a quick stride. Then Allen remembered that a lot of time had passed since he had just beaten Columbus up, and a lot of time had passed.
The incoming sea was extremely violent, and Allen estimated that the ship had indeed deviated from the course at this moment.
After a while, Columbus excitedly ran out with a protractor, a star chart and a bunch of instruments.
However...
Allen was staring at the dark night sky in front of him, his expression full of horror. His eyes widened and he murmured: "Columbus...you idiot...come here and see what this is?...
"
Ahead, an overwhelming black cloud was billowing. The huge air current was enveloping the dense black cloud, slowly swirling around it. Its area was so wide that it exceeded the limit of what the eyes could reach. There were faint lightning and thunder in the black cloud, and the air
The wind is getting stronger and stronger!
Is this...a storm at sea!?
Columbus heard Allen's voice, took a closer look, and was so frightened that he dropped the tools in his hands.
"This is a hurricane!!! A huge hurricane!!!" Columbus let out a terrifying scream.
"Isn't your bloodline ability to control the storm!?" After Allen reacted, he was shocked and shouted at Columbus: "Stop it!"
"My bloodline ability is only able to control the flow of air to a certain extent. How can I control this kind of natural force!?" Columbus said in panic.
"Asshole!!! Aren't you the so-called genius of the elemental natural system!?" Allen was furious and said angrily.
"Bullshit!!! If I were the ancestor of the prince, I might be able to compete with this hurricane. I'm just a third-class earl!" Columbus shouted in horror.
At this moment, between life and death, Allen couldn't care so much. He stepped forward, grabbed Columbus's collar, and roared in his ear: "Fuck you! Then you say it's time now?"
what to do!!!?"
The angry voice exploded in Columbus's ears. Allen's roar instantly deafened Columbus, but he seemed to be completely oblivious. He just stared at the hurricane in front of him in horror, his body trembling, and he stammered:
"Run...run away...run away!!!"
Columbus waved his hands violently, and the ghost ship suddenly shook, accelerated, and fled in the opposite direction towards the oncoming hurricane.
At this time, the storm of black clouds covering the sky and the earth came quickly and chased behind the ghost ship. The tiny ghost ship was like a drop in the ocean, appearing so weak and powerless in this world.
In front of the power of nature, the ghost ship seems to be worth mentioning and will be swallowed up at any time.
Columbus went all out, completely ignoring whether the hull strength of the ghost ship could support it, and not caring about the bumps and violent shaking at this time. He pushed his bloodline ability to the extreme, and started a life-or-death contest with the terrifying hurricane behind him!
However, the shadow of the hurricane is getting closer and closer!
Following a violent shaking, Allen lost his center of gravity and sat down on the deck. He immediately used his hands to support himself and stabilize his body, but was horrified to find that darkness shrouded his eyes!