The storm advanced much faster than anyone expected, and just as the signal had taken refuge in a fjord on the eastern side of Okaz Island, dropping the bow and stern anchors at the same time.
Nearly 100 meters away, Okaz Island, which was clearly visible just now, disappeared into the rain in the blink of an eye.
The sky was as black as the ink spitting out by a squid, and the occasional lightning slashed with the deafening thunder, illuminating the deep copper-colored clouds that swirled violently and the nearby islands, as well as the self-signals that had struggled to survive in the wind and rain, and then sank into darkness again.
The hurricane swept over the masts and ropes that had already lowered the sails, and let out a terrible roar, the sails and cables were taut and tightened, and from time to time there was an unbearable hum, and the heavy pulleys and rigging "clanged" violently against the masts and sail booms, as if in a hurry to get rid of the latter's pull.
It didn't look like wind and rain at all, but it was like a river in the sky that had burst, and the river was rushing down, and there was no end to it.
A violent tornado crossed the fjord's arms, dumping tons of seawater overhead the self-signaling head, and for a few minutes even crushing the main deck not much higher than the sea.
The mighty waves took advantage of the opportunity to make a fuss at the hull, roaring and roaring up the deck, rampage between the bow and stern, whirring against the deck, and pouring into the cabin through the hatches and lattice covers.
The self-signal undulated and bumped on the rough sea, sometimes even as if it were flying in the air, and the keel emitted painfully under the squeezing and twisting of the waves, as if it would be torn apart at any moment.
Below deck.
The artificial pump has also been working desperately, and the sailors have turned the handle of the pump like a windmill, frantically pumping the seawater that has been poured into the cabin of the ship.
But compared to the water that flows in like a river, their discharge is nothing compared to the amount of water they disembark.
If it weren't for the arrival of some barely able passengers, the boat would have been crushed by the incoming seawater.
But even then, they barely managed to keep it level, and they had to stand waist-deep in water until their arms were swollen and their backs and legs hurt.
No one can sustain this kind of high-intensity labor for a long time.
Almost every quarter of an hour, a different group of people is used to shake the turntable.
But compared to the people in the cabin.
The sailors, who were still busy on deck, were in an even more dangerous situation, because they were in such a hurry that they had only time to lower the sails and not to tie them up.
These brave sailors tied themselves to lifelines.
Busy tying canvas and bunching beams.
Others were busy fixing the dinghy on the boom with double-strand cables, putting a retreat line on the cannon, covering the gun holes and portholes with tarpaulin, and nailing the gusset.
The wind and rain made it almost impossible to breathe, let alone open their eyes, and in fact, even when they did, they could hardly see.
Because the sky was darker than the deepest night, and it was impossible to see clearly, they were almost groping for work.
The wind is howling.
Lightning and thunder, heavy rain pouring, stormy waves......
Diego had gone through almost all the words about the storm in his head, but he felt it was still not enough to describe the power of the storm.
I don't know who provoked the wrath of Neptulon, the ruler of the Endless Sea, and caused him to spread this anger on all the innocent people who passed through this sea.
That's when it happened.
Diego suddenly heard the neighing of a war horse coming from the lower cabin.
It was a place where war horses were housed, and it was originally a corral for livestock and poultry.
Some fresh eggs and meat could be provided for the crew of the expedition, but for the expedition it was converted into a makeshift stable.
However, it now seems that although these horses have been rigorously trained and are not afraid of fire and spear tips, they still feel restless and difficult to control in the face of this majestic power of heaven and earth.
Opposite Diego, Masrae gulped down the dwarven spirits and rose from the floor.
"I'll go see what's going on, maybe I can help."
With that, he pushed open the hatch and walked out.
Diego was silent for a moment, and then walked out.
However, instead of going to the lower cabin where the war horse was, he walked in the direction of the upper deck.
He was confident in the druid's ability to soothe the animals, and he didn't need to intervene.
This part of the road is not easy to walk, because the self-signal is like a leaf of duckweed shaking violently, and the deck under your feet is undulating, and it takes a lot of effort to stand firm, and sometimes the hull of the ship will even tilt like a bucket, and people are worried that it will capsize in the next moment.
He stumbled, and it took him a full quarter of an hour to reach the hatch, and then pushed it open with all his might.
As soon as he opened the door, the wind mixed with the sea rushed towards him, hitting his cheeks with pain.
Thunder thundered overhead, and by the light of the lightning, he saw a wall of waves rushing towards him, like a sea monster trying to swallow the signal into his belly.
Diego didn't have time to react before he was swept away by the waves and slid towards the side of the ship.
But just then, a large, powerful hand reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Whoever told you to come out, get back into the cabin," he heard the captain scold unceremoniously in his ear, "don't trouble us!
” Diego opened his mouth, sadly to find that the captain was right, that he could not use his skills at all in this situation, and that he could do nothing but cause trouble.
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He walked to the lower cabin with some helplessness, and in just a few minutes, his whole body was soaked.
But for Diego, he would rather stand on deck and fight the storm like those brave sailors than hide in the cabin like a quail and shiver.
He did not return to his cabin, but walked to the cabin where the soldiers were staying, ready to see how his men were doing.
Compared to the relatively spacious cabins of the nobles and officers—and not even there—the cramped soldiers' cabins were a mess, and the decks were littered with vomit from seasick soldiers.
In the face of the power of this natural disaster, they could only hang themselves on the fixing rope on the bulkhead, trembling and trembling.
Some devout followers of the Light murmured prayers to their faith.
Diego seeing Christopher?
Farrar was here, too, but he couldn't do anything but cheer his siblings on and keep them going.
Diego suddenly realized that this was where he could make a difference, that he had the ability and obligation to protect the followers who were loyal to him and who served him, and that he was their pillar, their guide and protector.
"Pray that the Light will give us the strength to strengthen our will, to give us the strength to fight against this ill-fated fate, to come out of this dark and hopeless place......"
Diego stepped forward and stood in the center of the crowd, praying loudly, the warm light pouring out of his body and shining on everyone.
Under the warm light of the light, the frightened hearts of the people gradually settled down, as if some divine power had been poured into their bodies and minds, so that they no longer feared or trembled, and more people prayed after him, and this prayer became louder and louder, even overpowering the sound of the wind and waves for a time.
In the midst of a storm that could be destroyed at any moment, time seemed particularly difficult, and no one could tell exactly how long it had passed, because almost all of the hourglasses had fallen to the ground and stopped flowing.
Diego only knew that when the self-signal finally stopped shaking violently, and when they stepped out of the cabin again, the morning sun that had just risen from the sea was already hanging in the middle of their heads, scattering blazing light.
At that moment, both on deck and in the cabin, the ecstasy of escaping death caused everyone to cheer loudly.
People are enjoying the joy and happiness of this moment.
The captain was the only one walking on the dilapidated deck, counting the losses in frustration.
There were broken sail lines and masts everywhere, hurricanes and waves had taken away all the bundles that were not strong enough, the lowered mid-mast sails had even been swept away by the sea, and the dinghy fixed to the side had lost one.
"We're afraid we'll have to wait at least a week before we can get the ship away."
Looking at this bleak scene, the captain said worriedly to Diego who came over.
"But before we can do that, we'll have to get rid of these guys who came to die."
Diego raised his head, looked at the swaying trees on Okaz Island, and said loudly.
To be honest, he was fed up with the powerlessness of the unstoppable natural disaster, and he couldn't wait to vent the fear that had been pressing deep in his heart and the violent impulse that followed.
Now, these soft persimmons that want to come and pick up cheap ones seem to be born to be sent to the door for him to pinch them.
But the captain didn't think so, in his eyes, the Naga pirates had always been the masters of the Endless Sea, and few people could defeat these snake demons at sea.
"There are pirates!
Gunner ready ——!
But in spite of fear, the soldier's instinct commanded him to give the order to resist, and at that moment all cheers were abruptly drowned out by a poignant, trilling voice.
The crowd was terrified.
(To be continued)