Assassin’s Adventure

The cool wind in the fog blew the flag of the Duolun Chamber of Commerce on the horn, making a loud noise.

In order to overtake the Spanish sailing ship, Coolidge veered off part of the channel to prevent collision with other ships.

The visibility around the ship is no more than fifty meters, which is very dangerous during navigation. If a ship is approaching, the distance of fifty meters will not even have time to turn the rudder.

With his superb sailing skills, and with his compass and memory in the gray fog, he drummed up his sails and sailed with a satisfied smile on his face.

"I can finally surpass that **** Spanish sailboat, and I won't lose too much."

But the good times didn't last long, and gradually some sailors began to see the fire coming from the front.

"Captain, there is a situation ahead, about 70 meters!"

But their speed was so fast that the collision was almost inevitable.

"Krillin!" Coolidge shouted.

The chief mate on the deck reacted almost instantly.

"Put the emergency steering anchor, front left!"

He shouted loudly as he ran towards the bow.

The two sailors also rushed forward to help and released the fixed turntable.

The turntable began to fall madly driven by the anchor chain.

They traveled along the outer edge of the South American continent, where the continental shelf should still be relatively shallow. If the anchors can hook the rocks on the seabed, then everything has a chance.

Coolidge has already started to turn the rudder to the left, but the boat is not a car after all, and continues to move fast towards the position of the fire following the inertia on the sea.

"Please, please!"

As he meditated, he prayed for the emergency steering anchor to work.

Then there was a sudden loud noise, like a collision, the steering anchor hooked the stone and pulled the ship forward.

In the violent turbulence, the two sailors were thrown directly into the sea, and the deck and the side of the ship at the anchor position in front were smashed by the iron chain, but the speed of the ship slowed down and the course has shifted from the original position. .

The turbulence made Curic's feet unstable, and he fell directly and hit the side of the boat. A wound was hit on his forehead, and blood flowed down.

But he didn't care at all, he just felt relieved, and finally avoided the fate of collision.

"Someone fell into the water!"

The impact just now caused two sailors to fall into the sea, and the remaining sailors quickly put down their lifeboats and started searching for the surrounding waters.

Krillin rushed over and helped him up.

"Captain, go and bandage it."

Standing up, Coolidge shook his head, just wiped a handful of blood from his forehead, and continued to command the sailors.

"Raise all the sails! Lower the main anchor, stop the boat, stop the boat first!"

The scene was a bit chaotic. When the deck was broken due to the pulling of the anchor, the flying stubble stabbed two sailors, and some were also injured by the bumps, and even the sailors in the cabin were smashed by the falling items. hurt.

Some people were busy rescuing their companions, and some people were going to rescue those who fell into the water, but the boat still did not stop.

The sailors obeyed the captain's instructions. Except for a few who went to rescue the drowning, everyone stopped the boat first and then dealt with their injuries.

The accident this time made Coolidge a little self-blame, because he insisted on going his own way and kept driving at high speed in the fog, which caused the sailor to be injured and the ship to be damaged, but fortunately, no more serious accident occurred.

After stopping here for about ten minutes, he got on the sailor who fell into the water, then lowered the half-sail again, and headed for the position of the fire. He wanted to see what was there.

The flames burned the wreckage of the ship, and it did not decay even in the extremely humid gray fog. The gunpowder and oil loaded on the ship helped to prolong the burning of the flame. The main body of the ship had been dragged into the water, only the stern part remained. Floating on the sea, burning with flaming flames.

A body floated on the sea and was picked up by sailors.

The ship doctor shook his head. There was no sign of life. The most exaggerated thing was the wound on the chest from the neck to the abdomen. This was definitely not caused by accident, but was cut by a machete.

The sailors on the boat looked at the wreckage of the ship, and the Spanish flag marked on it showed that this was the sailboat they wanted to surpass. The Spanish merchant ship, which was sixty meters long and whose hull was two stories taller than them, was destroyed like this.

Sailors began to observe a moment of silence. For those who died unexpectedly at sea, I wished their souls to be able to safely cross the river of souls and reach the other side of happiness. They also mourned for themselves. No one can be sure whether they will have such a day.

This battle should have been very tragic. The Spanish merchant ship had forty-five cannons on it, but it was beaten into three sections. The bow and deck sank first, and only the stern remained.

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No. , continued to drive, but the speed had dropped, and all the sailors kept quiet in this fog, for fear of provoking this unknown ferocious pirate.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, trying to find possible enemies in the fog, and then warned in advance.

In this way, everyone was trapped in the fog for three days, completely unable to get out, lost their direction, and without a star map, they could not use the sextant to locate, and only rely on the compass to prove that they were indeed moving in one direction.

Finally, in the early morning of the fourth day, they finally walked out of the fog, cheering and jumping, only Coolidge stared at the fog behind, a large black ship emerged from the edge of the fog, with tattered black sails and a breathtaking sight on it. Skull flag.

He saw it so clearly, but in a blink of an eye, the black pirate ship and the gray mist disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

They stayed in the port of Cayenne for a week, repairing the ships and giving the injured sailors a good rest, but during the week, no merchant ships arrived at the port, and almost everyone felt the difference.

They are the only ships that survived the fog.

When they arrived at Cayenne for the second time, Donner also held a celebration for them to celebrate their survival, because according to the data of the exchange, more than 40 merchant ships disappeared into the fog.

Later, the fog appeared in the entire Caribbean Sea, the Gulf of Guinea, the Mediterranean Sea, and northern Europe, and each time it took away a large number of ships as sacrifices.