Chapter 54

Climb high and look into the distance.

As a part of the Atlantic Ocean, the Celtic Sea has high winds and strong waves. As long as the trade wind blows, it is often a few days or even tens of days of strong winds and waves.

Like now.

The wind direction is southwest and West, seven knots, strong wind. The wave height of nearly two meters is rare in the offshore waters. Here, the butterfly was pushed higher and higher one after another until it could no longer bear it, and the ship suddenly fell.

Lorraine stood on the high lookout platform, holding a single mirror, looking at the horizon.

He said that he had watched it for at least 15 minutes and did not move, just like clay sculpture and wood carving.

The mirror presents another world.

The outer wall of tung tree is like a porthole. There are black lines of different lengths on the glass. The black line at the highest part is flush with the sea level, and the lowest part is against the outline of the stern.

In this world, the sea surface is divided into two sagittal white lines by the butterfly, and at the end of the line is the male and powerful reindeer.

Like the butterfly flower, she rises and falls on the waves. Between the ups and downs, she divides another arrow front, which is just parallel to the previous one. It is like missing half of the book title.

The wave following line of this shape means that the two sides are living together in a straight line, and it also means that there is almost no difference in the relative speed of the two sides.

Catch up, can't catch up, can't swing, can't get up and down, which bored Lorraine.

"Oh! I'm not Sophie labred. Can I be so stubborn?"

"I think so." little pierce continued angrily under his feet.

He is also on the lookout. To be more precise, this is his post. What Lorraine holds in his hand is also his monocular mirror.

Little Pierce was breaking his fleshy fingers.

"Brother, you and MS. labred both chose to be with the romantic Mr. Desai and abandoned the grumpy Mr. Desai. Before abandoning him, you humiliated him. She crushed his heart and you blew up his boat. It's no different except gender."

"How can you learn so many strange words at a young age!" Lorraine rolled his eyes angrily, put out his hand, pinched his fat face and raised it to the edge of the platform, "see clearly! I? Smashed his boat?"

Looking down from the observation platform more than 20 meters high, the butterfly flower is terrible.

The big hole in the bow was shocking, and the crack was like a turtle's cobweb, full of smoke and fire.

The stern of the ship may be OK from the deck, but from a high place, there is another obvious gap, which is located at the rear left, which destroys the overall round shape, just like the perfect pastry, but it is bitten by a child who steals a mouth, falling slag and leaking chips.

These are not real problems.

In order to let acharin release the soul, the hull of the butterfly flower suffered a heavy damage that could not be repaired. The bulkheads of two watertight compartments on the port side were broken. With the influx of sea water, it completely lost the value of repair.

Considering the necessity of balancing the ship body in high-speed navigation, Karen had to pull out the plug in a symmetrical way and manually fill the two corresponding watertight tanks on the starboard side.

As a result, nearly 100 tons of sea water suddenly poured into the bottom cabin, pushing down the waterline of the butterfly flower by a full 1.5 meters, almost becoming a giant turtle lying on the water.

The advantage of this is that the butterfly is as stable as a maned dog in the surge of the Celtic Sea. The disadvantage is that even if Lorraine keeps all the sails, the peak speed of the butterfly is less than eight knots.

They had to abandon everything they could, including ballast pebbles, sandbags and expensive spices from Spain.

It happened that the caribou, which had lost its stern sail and some sailors, could not reach eight knots.

The two sides pursued and fled in the same direction at almost the same speed. One chase was two days and one night. So far, it has been 30 hours.

Lorraine is being chased crazy by Veron

In order to maintain proper physical strength and reaction, the sailors on the ship started working shifts from last night, one shift for six hours and two shifts for two shifts.

Sailors also have shifts.

However, Lorraine's requirements for flagship seafarers are too high, and they generally have several jobs. In this case, the defect of their insufficient number is highlighted.

At the helm are Lorraine, Hannah and acharin, at the sail are Lorraine, acharin and Karen, and at the lookout are Lorraine, Hannah and pierce

In addition, Karen has to take into account the sealing of the four water injection tanks. Noah specializes in soothing the hearts of the people on the ship. From morning to night, she greets and sends them back and forth, turning over and over the sentence "Congratulations, draw the lottery". She was stunned to say that she was dumb.

And Lorraine takes care of class three.

After thirty hours, he only slept for less than two hours. Green stubble appeared on his young chin, and his temper was naturally irritable.

Just now, he even had the impulse to turn over and go back and decide life and death with villen. Anyway, the result is doomed. Either I die or you live

Need, reason!

When Pierce's little face was wild enough, Lorraine took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze, climbed the cable and jumped down, just in front of Haina's steering wheel.

Haina stuck the steering wheel and looked at him. She didn't speak. She just stretched out her slender long finger to point to the railing, which probably means between "go down" and "go find Noah".

Lorraine looked at the sea without sails and scratched her hair impatiently: "I don't want to draw lots. It will make me feel more like a fool."

"You are different," said Haina. "The Roma are wandering around the world and are good at many ways to relax their mood, not just divination."

"Really?"

With a skeptical attitude, Lorraine went down to Noah's divination room.

Some sailors are divining.

The sky light shoots in through the porthole to illuminate the destiny crystal ball, reflecting a dense violet shimmer in the cabin, which is beautiful and intoxicating.

Noah wore a large skirt of broken flowers and covered her face with transparent gold yarn.

The dress has strange narrow sleeves. It is tightened at the elbow, loosened up and down, and the snow-white forearms appear at first.

As always, she did not touch the tarot, swept it with sleeves and yarn, and the silver Tarot would stir, open and close, stack and discharge the fan like an elf.

Seeing that the dazzling skills stunned the sailors, she stretched out her finger and clicked the card, the first one, and turned out the fool.

"Fate responded to you." she smiled in her hoarse voice. "Now, with doubt, draw cards."

The result is naturally to sign, because the people on board now only care about the way ahead.

Life or death

Life is superior, and the living is fulfilled; Death must be deception, and the dead are unjust.

However, Noah is afraid of life but not ghosts. Since all the diviners are dead, what else to say?

Lorraine leaned back against the hatch and watched the whole process. When she saw the shining and confident eyes of the sailors, she couldn't help smiling.

Haina is right. The Roma are good at many means of soothing people's hearts. Sorcery may be the most widely spread means, but it is far from the most mysterious one.

Hearing Lorraine's light laughter, the white ear lying in the corner jumped out with a meow.

Lorraine grabbed his neck in mid air, mentioned it in front of him and nuzui: "little guy, the fishing ban has been lifted. I saw Karen fishing on the side of the boat. Don't miss the opportunity."

"Meow!"

White ears slipped and disappeared. Noah welcomed Lorraine into the cabin with a red face, closed the door and said softly, "Captain, do you also come to divination?"

Lorraine shrugged regretfully, sat down to the original position of white ear and stroked the smooth sphere of fate.

"The wind direction is stable and there is no need to adjust the sails. Pierce and Hannah are so upset by me that they put... Oh!"

Soft fingers touch the scalp.

Noah did not know when she came behind Lorraine, knelt, held Lorraine's head and let him lean against her arms.

She pressed Lorraine's scalp with her finger belly, gently, softly, like magic, and drew out the thoughts in her mind, which spread to the void and disappeared.

Lorraine sighed comfortably, "is this the secret art of the Roma?"

"This is the care that Roma women only show to their family..." Noah lowered her head and looked at the small pure white woven flower box that just surrounded herself and Lorraine on the carpet. It sounded like a mosquito. "Welcome to my caravan, captain..."