Chapter 102

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The winch rolled and the iron anchor went into the water. It touched the hard surface at a depth of less than 20 meters and stopped with a click.

Karen glanced at the label on the chain, frowned and walked to Lorraine: "Captain, the depth is 17.2 meters. If it stops too long, the golden deer is at risk."

"The golden deer doesn't have to stay here." Lorraine looked at the submachine boat slowly launching. "When we get on the boat, you'll drive away and keep the boat at a relative position one kilometer away from the ice peak... Remember to pay attention to the floating ice."

Karen nodded solemnly.

Soon, acharin commanded the assault boat to the side, and Lorraine, Haina and Daniel got off the ship successively. The golden deer drew back its anchor and drove slowly away from the dangerous sea area with only one stern sail.

At a distance of more than 500 meters, the rowers rowed hard, and the boat swung across the leeward calm sea and slowly leaned against the gentle slope of the iceberg.

Lorraine jumped out of the boat first, stepped on the icy sea water, and struggled to drag the boat to the shore with two sailors.

The ship that ran aground was not far away. It was a small sloop sloop sloop, with a body length of only about 10 meters, lying askew on the ice.

This kind of ship is mostly used as an offshore fishing boat, which is easy to operate and has a narrow cabin, so there can't be too many people on board and naturally there are few materials on board.

Haina couldn't help wondering, "how can such a small ship run to the Atlantic?"

"It's not far from Iceland. Maybe they just fished offshore and ran aground for some reason, so they drifted here with the iceberg."

"Why?"

Lorraine was stunned: "for example... It's too dark?"

Naturally, such a speculative discussion could not produce any results. The party carefully stepped on the smooth ice to the side of the ship and found that the wind lamp on the mast tip had long been extinguished, and the so-called fire light was just the shadow of the sunlight reflecting glass.

The joint between the ship's side and the ice surface was covered with frozen claws. These claw marks firmly embedded the bottom of the ship on the iceberg, and remained motionless despite the wind and rain.

Lorraine held the side of the ship around, found a huge stubble in the cocked bow keel, tore a huge hole in the bottom cabin, and even the ice near the fracture was frozen.

Obviously, there has been a fierce collision here.

He sighed and straightened up: "the high-speed impact broke the keel, which is the main reason why she ran aground here."

Hannah jumped onto the side of the ship and squinted. "Everything on the deck is frozen. Lorraine, they have been here for a long time."

"No surprise." Lorraine shook his head. "Acharin, check the cabin with Haina to see if there are any survivors."

"Eh? Me?" acharin pointed to his red nose. "Captain, didn't you bring the ship doctor?"

"Are you afraid?"

"What's terrible about a broken fishing boat!" acharin flaunted his tongue, propped up his arms and turned over to the side of the ship. He took out two guns, tinkled and opened the hammer. "In order to have a tryst with the beauty, I haven't even been afraid of the black backs in the yard!"

After boasting, he looked at the frost covered hatch on the deck and swallowed hard: "miss yesla, ladies first?"

"Coward." Haina jumped off the deck, pushed the hatch a few times, and found that she couldn't open it.

She turned her head and looked at acharin with her green eyes. She didn't speak or hint.

Acharin was so ashamed that he jumped down, held up his guns and kicked on the hatch.

With a dull sound, the hatch door didn't look good, and the rear eaves of the cabin suddenly started to make two sharp sounds of "quack".

Two black bird shadows shot into the sky, startled acharin, and subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Boom! Boom!

With two thunderous shots, the startled birds flew farther, as if they were running away from home and were never ready to come back.

Lorraine looked at his embarrassed gunner.

"Palm sized bird, black feather, white belly, short wing, colorful beak... Two Icelandic sea parrots can scare you like this. Acharin, have you really joined the army?"

Acharin cried, "Captain, am I frightened by birds?"

"Is there a difference?"

Lorraine was too lazy to pay attention to him. He turned over the cabin and held the door handle slowly.

The freezing of the hatch loosened little by little under his great force. When the door first wavered, he seized the opportunity, made a sudden force, clicked and broke the whole door down.

"It's simple, isn't it?"

Lorraine and henna marched in.

The cabin of the boat is not big. The objects in it are scattered, mostly metal devices, and there is no furniture.

In the corner, there was a man and a woman embracing each other and sleeping, blond and white, wearing heavy clothes, and an extinguished brazier nearby.

They have long been frozen to death. Their stiff bodies maintain their former appearance. Men hold women and women snuggle up to men, looking peaceful.

Haina simply checked it and shook her head at Lorraine in silence.

"Nothing to prove identity?"

"Nothing." Hannah handed Lorraine a small axe without a handle. "Even the handle of the axe is gone. It seems that they burned all the things that can be disassembled."

"What a pity..."

The rescue ended in failure. Lorraine ordered the sailors to chisel away the ice claws embedded in the ship's body. They worked together to push the sloop back to the sea.

The sea water poured in quickly along the crack of the keel, and the boat drifted farther and deeper on the waves.

"Icelanders are descendants of Viking, and you are fishermen on the sea. When you go, nootong will accept you. There is no cold there, and you can still hug each other and sleep and enjoy peace." Lorraine prayed softly, "good night, stranger..."

After seeing off the dead, the search and rescue team rowed back to the golden deer. Lorraine boarded the deck and suddenly heard two croaking birds.

The bird's song is very familiar. It's the blessing of Toya ChaLin. He was lucky to hear it once not long ago.

This made him feel absurd.

"The two sea parrots ran to our ship?"

Karen, who greeted him, said, "I don't know where it came from. It's parked on the porthole of Carmen. I'm not afraid of strangers."

"Carmen didn't scare them away?"

"How surprised? As soon as Carmen reached out, they hit the snake and stopped on Carmen's arm with the stick. They were like pets raised by people, not wild birds."

"Maybe they are really pets. Maybe..." Lorraine shook his head with a bitter smile. "Let's build a nest for them outside the restaurant. It's too far from the land. Even if we drive them away, they won't be strong enough to fly back to Iceland and die halfway."

……

After a wonderful fate, the golden deer joined two new crew members, the puffins, in the high latitudes outside the mid Atlantic ridge.

They settled outside the dining room in the stern cabin, and Carmen named them Jenny and McCarthy.

The couple's names come from what they heard before they went to sea.

Jenny was originally a woman textile worker in the village of Southampton. She was expelled from the steam workshop and lost her job.

In retaliation for the capitalists, she and her admirer McCarthy planned a robbery against the vault of the Southampton bank.

The reckless plan failed. They grabbed the money, and without suspense, they were both killed at the door of the bank.

McCarthy tried to stop Jenny when the sheriff's team shot.

Carmen felt that this relationship was moving, especially in line with the monogamous and unswerving life habits of sea parrots, so he gave them the names. While praising their love, Carmen also condemned their recklessness of forcibly boarding the ship.

The birds like their new names very much. The male is Jenny and the female is McCarthy.

At the end of this encounter, the golden deer set sail again, cut into the middle ridge, turned southwest along this 1600 km wide undersea mountain range, and continued to move towards the warm Caribbean

It's a long way.