Chapter 56

Thick fog

The Milky fog is boundless, and the visibility is less than five meters. For a large ship 30 meters long and 8 meters wide, this distance is close to nothing.

Lorraine felt as if she had got into a cloud. In front of her, there was still fog except fog.

Where are they? How far? Where is the course?

In the past, the precise sense of direction and distance all failed. Stimulated by the faint, if not, sulfur smell, even the sense of smell was about to lose.

Lorraine could only rely on the compass, which was telling him that they were South.

Entering the fog area, the ship involuntarily began to turn south. The turbulent ocean current was stubborn and stubborn. Without turning the rudder, it could overturn the whole ship.

The wind here is strange

The butterfly is clearly on the edge of the trade wind belt, but the wind here seems scattered and erratic.

Brigantin's too strong ability to catch the wind became a defect, which made the hull shake left and right for a moment.

Lorraine had to lower all the big sails.

Horizontal sail, vertical sail, wind catching sail and bow inclined sail. Only one of the four bow inclined sails is left. Connect the sail control rod, and Karen will personally take charge of the sail and catch the wind manually.

The butterfly is almost driven by ocean currents.

But even so, Lorraine still thought the ship was too fast. He decided to take a risk and asked the leakage tank to suspend drainage.

He asked the sailors to paint the red and blue lines on the cabin murals, maintain the water injection of nearly half of the cabin, drain from the blue line, and never allow the water level to reach the red line.

In this way, the butterfly flower has injected 140-160 tons of seawater alone. Reaching out of the gun door, it can easily touch the seawater.

The danger of sinking the ship was self-evident, and the sailors began to pray to God.

Lorraine has no faith to pray

His belief in the last life has not been born in this life. His belief in this life is under the sea. Every sailor is welcome to drown in the hospitable Norton at any time.

It's not crazy to talk to niold at this time.

As Heaven keeps vigor through movement, a gentleman should unremittingly practice self-improvement.

Maybe it's because people's brains will be particularly active when they save themselves. Lorraine suddenly came up with a good idea

He did what he said and asked the sailors to tie acharin, who was familiar with the sea and was good at steering, to the tip of the bow mast to temporarily create a human bow.

Acharin shivered and reluctantly made the butterfly's eyes and mouth. Twenty sailors lined up in long strips, from the forecastle to the poop, which became the link between him, Karen and Lorraine.

Until then, the fear of walking by the oil pan and sliding on the grinding plate gradually dissipated from the sailors' hearts.

It's only a matter of time to get out of the fog area. As long as the compass is not damaged, they will never become wandering on the sea

"Ghost ship!" acharin suddenly screamed, "the left rudder is full! The rudder is full!"

Lorraine beat the steering wheel to the bottom without thinking.

The butterfly turned slowly to the side, only 15 degrees. In the thick fog, it silently tore out a shadow of the ship, gently hit the bow side of the butterfly, and slipped away with only a slight knock.

The sides of the two ships collided with each other, and the hull squeezed and rubbed with each other, making a loud clatter.

Lorraine suddenly blessed his soul: "throw the rope! Connect the side!"

With that, he stuck the steering wheel, picked up the side cable and jumped directly over.

Kalla!

The half rotten deck sent out a series of small explosions. Lorraine bent down and opened his hands. He didn't dare to move, for fear that too much action would directly crush the deck.

But the sailors still did not take action.

Seeing that the two ships were about to wipe the side, the light Haina slid down from the lookout platform and jumped directly to the side with Noah. Pierce and Karen also lost their jobs at hand, throwing out ropes and hooks and hanging the planks.

The sailors woke up like a dream, tied ropes and knots, and finally tied the two ships back together.

Lorraine breathed a sigh of relief, threw the cable on her hand to Haina, and said softly, "tie the main mast, don't tie it too tightly..."

After being busy for nearly half an hour, the two ships were finally locked together. Lorraine tried to walk around. The oak board can still support, but we need to be careful, especially the joints and stubbles.

This is a two masted caravel, about 20 meters long and 6 meters wide. The Latin sails in the front and back are the biggest difference between her and other multi masted ships.

Historically, caravel is a great Portuguese design. With the prosperity of Portuguese maritime, it has swept the world, and with this small country falling into second-class, it is disappearing day by day.

Since Galen replaced Karak as the first choice of ocean going ships, it is difficult to see this flexible, stable but lack of explosive power of multi mast sailboats on the sea.

Like the one under Lorraine's feet.

Rotten black planks, broken canvas, rusty small caliber guns on the gun deck and scattered white and desperate bones all tell Lorraine that she is an old ship with a history of 100 or even hundreds of years.

There are no creatures on board.

There are no living people and ghosts. The only place they pass is the fine and slight fragmentation, which is constantly announcing the end of the life of the ship.

The ship can no longer be used. Her decay is far from the outside. Even the keys such as the core and keel can not escape the torture of years.

Lorraine's idea of using local materials to repair the ship came to naught, and he could only go further with the idea of exploring the coffin.

He first went down to the bottom cabin with Haina and Noah, pried open the bottom deck and saw the dark pebbles in the ballast.

This shows that this ship is not a pirate ship. Pirate ships often use robbed gold and silver to ballast, and pirates who could use this big ship hundreds of years ago certainly have no less gold and silver in their hands.

They went into the stern cabin again and looked at the cabin from bottom to top.

Most of the things in the cabin are rotten, which is opposite to the owner who turns into white bones day and night, and only a few are still intact

Lorraine found a well sealed navigation quadrant. This ancient astrolabe was wrapped between tarpaulin and flannel, and the name of the manufacturer or user was engraved on the carved gold-clad copper column.

[Harvey Baden]

"A Spanish pilot..." Lorraine turned over the cabin carefully and said clearly, "I think I can roughly guess why they were lost in this small fog area."

"Why?"

Haina didn't care much about this kind of question. She asked and took off the beautiful sailor's knife on the wall.

With a click, she only pulled out the handle and left a blade in the scabbard.

Seeing her depressed appearance, Lorraine couldn't help laughing.

"This is the pilot's cabin, but there is no compass."

"Where's their compass?"

"Maybe they were damaged or lost. In short, they lost their direction in the fog and were forced to be trapped in the ocean current. Until now, they have become ghosts."

Haina threw away the rotten knife in her hand: "why don't they use the quadrant?"

"It's day now." Lorraine regretfully pointed to the top of his finger. "There is no sun during the day and no star at night. The reason why this weft measuring device will be carefully put away is not because of its value, but because of helplessness."

"Too dead..."

"Captain!" Noah's surprised voice came from the next door and suddenly interrupted Haina's words, "come on! I found the navigation diary!"