After thinking about it carefully, he came to a map and observed it carefully. Then he said to Li Donglin, "Captain, there is no Bay near here for the fleet to repair and avoid the storm."

Li Donglin was silent, and then he said to his first mate, "go tell the crew to keep going and pay attention to their own safety. We are about to reach the bay where we can escape the storm. "

After listening, the chief officer was slightly stunned, and then he understood what Li Donglin meant. Nodding slightly, he left the captain's room. As soon as he opened the door, a cold gale carrying rain entered the warm and pleasant captain's room.

"Captain, I have just made it clear that there are no harbors or islands for ships to take refuge in this area." Alester didn't understand. He widened his eyes and emphasized it carefully.

"I know." Li Donglin raised his head and looked directly into Alester's eyes. "If not, can you tell me how to avoid this damned storm?" "When you go out later, I hope you can watch your mouth, sir, and don't talk nonsense," he said He warned Alester, who nodded to show understanding.

After he went out, Li Donglin's eyes were uncertain. In the heart already rose the poison plan! If the fleet can survive the storm, it's best. If it can't, or the situation is very dangerous, it needs one person's death to appease the crew. At that time, we can put all the blame on Alester. Tell the crew that it's his pledge that there is an island in front of him to take refuge, and he can use his death to appease the restless seafarers.

After thinking about everything, Li Donglin continued to lie on his desk and write his own diary. In addition, the most important thing is to wrap it in layers of waterproof oil paper, and then put the diary in the box. Use layers of oil paper to seal the inside of the box, and finally use a layer of wax to seal the gap of the box. Then, lock the box in the desk.

He prayed in his heart and was finally ready.

Once the ship capsizes in a storm, what he left in his diary will be firmly protected and, if he is lucky, may be obtained. Even if unfortunately, then the consequences are not guaranteed by him. He just hopes that his modest contribution will enable the country to find the final information he left behind and warn the latecomers of the difficult and dangerous situation in this sea area. In addition, he could not do anything, could not do anything, and could not fight against the wild nature.

On the deck of the ship, all the sailors are working hard to fix the time, and the only "home" at their feet is to fix things with ropes one by one. Replace broken ropes and damaged sails, or even fix yourself to the boat and stick to your post. Every sailor knows that since he has chosen this road, there is no possibility of regret in the midway. Because the boat under their feet is their ark and the guarantee of their lives.

Everyone is trying their best to contribute their meager strength.

All people, at this moment, are grasshoppers tied on the same rope. All the glory and all the loss, in the slippery person at the moment, also not in the slippery. But under the sergeant's order, he ran back and forth all over the ship, constantly discharging the sea water that poured into the ship. Even if the speed of the influx of sea water is extremely fast, even if the speed of their discharge does not keep up with the speed of the inflow of Shanghai water. Even if everyone is extremely tired, they still repeat their work in a tight spirit.

All people want to live, do not want to let themselves so inexplicably buried in the sea.

Maybe it's the people of the Tang Dynasty "... We will continue to set sail and explore a new route. We won't return home until we feel the mission is complete. Now, I'm going to enjoy our Carnival Party with the brave crew on board