Climb up and look out.

As part of the Atlantic Ocean, the Celtic Sea is breeze high and the waves are stormy. As long as the trade wind blows, it is often a storm for several days or even dozens of days.

Just like now.

The wind is southwest and west, with seven junctions, and strong winds. The wave height of nearly two meters is rare in the offshore waters, but here it pushes the Butterfly higher and higher waves until it can no longer bear it, and the hull suddenly falls.

Lorraine stood on the high observation deck, holding a monocular mirror, looking at the scene in the sky.

He had watched it for at least fifteen minutes, and was motionless, just like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture.

The mirror presents another world.

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

In this world, the sea is divided into two white lines with arrowheads by the Butterfly Flower, and the end of the line is the majestic and mighty reindeer.

She was like the Butterfly Flower, and she was undulating on the waves, and she divided another arrow between the ups and downs, which was parallel to the previous one, and was grouped together, as if half of the book title was missing.

This shape of wave-by-wave line means close, which means that both sides are in a straight line, and it also means that there is almost no difference in the relative speed of both sides.

Chasing, not catching up, not swaying, not swaying, not going up or down, boring Lorraine.

"I'm not Sophie Labrad, can I be so reluctant?"

"I think it's almost the same." Little Pierce's resignation came from under her feet.

He was also in the observation deck, and to be more precise, this was his position, and Lorraine was holding it in his monocular mirror.

Little Pierce was leaning on his fleshy fingers.

"Brother, you and Ms. Labrad both chose to be with the romantic Mr. Desai and abandoned the irritable Mr. Desai. Before abandoning, you humiliated him. She crushed his heart and you smashed his ship. There was nothing different except gender."

"Where did you learn so many strange words at a young age?" Lorraine rolled her eyes so much that she stretched out her hand and pinched his chubby face, and raised the edge of the platform, "Look clearly! I? I've smashed his ship?"

Looking down from the observation deck that is more than 20 meters high, the Butterfly Flower is terrible.

The big hole on the bow of the ship was shocking, and the crack was like a spider web, full of traces of smoke and fire.

The stern of the boat may be nothing from the deck, but from a high point, there is another obvious gap, located behind the left, destroying the overall round shape, just like a perfect cake but was bitten by a child who stole the mouth, with scraps and shavings.

These are not real problems.

In order to let Yacharin release the soul-wrenching hair, the Butterfly Flower's hull suffered a severe damage that could not be repaired. Two watertight cabins on the port side were smashed to the bulkhead, and as the sea water poured in, it completely lost its value of repair.

Considering the need for balancing the hull during high-speed navigation, Karen had to use a symmetrical method to unplug the plug and manually fill the two corresponding watertight tanks on the starboard side.

As a result, nearly 100 tons of sea water suddenly rushed into the bottom cabin, lowering the Butterfly Flower's waterline by a full 1.5 meters, almost becoming a giant tortoise lying on the water.

The advantage of this is that the Butterfly Flower is as stable as a mane in the surge of the Celtic Sea. The disadvantage is that even if Lorraine saved all the sails, the Butterfly Flower's peak speed was only less than eight knots.

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

And just so happened that the Reindeer, which lost the stern sail and some sailors, could not reach eight knots.

Both sides chased and fled at almost equal speeds, and chased each other for two days and one night, and have been thirty hours so far.

Lorraine was almost chased by Vilun...

In order to maintain proper physical strength and reaction, the sailors on the boat started shifts from night yesterday, each shift was one for six hours, and two shifts fell against each other.

The seafarers also have to take shifts.

But Lorraine's requirements for flagship seafarers were too high and generally held multiple positions. In this case, the shortcomings of their insufficient number were highlighted.

At the helm is Lorraine, Henna, Yacharin, Caofan is Lorraine, Yacharin, Cron, and the lookout is Lorraine, Henna, Pierce...

In addition, Karen also had to take into account the sealing problem of four water injection tanks. Noya was dedicated to soothing the hearts of the people on the ship, coming and going from morning to night, and the words "Congratulations, you're going to draw the upper and lower lottery" made her silent.

Lorraine took care of the third class.

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

Just now, he even had the urge to turn over and fight for life and death with Vilun. Anyway, the result is destined. Either I die or you live...

Need, rational!

After spitting wild enough on Pierce's little face, Lorraine took a deep breath of salty sea breeze, climbed the cable and jumped down, and landed in front of Henna's rudder wheel.

Henna stuck the steering wheel and looked at him, without saying a word, but stretched out her slender finger and pointed to the railing, which was about between "going down" and "going to find Noah".

Lorraine looked at the endless sea and scratched her hair irritably: "I don't want to draw lots, that will make me feel more like a fool."

"You are different," Henna said. "The Roma people are good at ease in the world and are good at many ways to relieve their moods, not just divination."

"real?"

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

Several sailors are divining.

The skylight shot in through the porthole, illuminating the crystal ball of destiny, and reflected a misty purple shimmer in the cabin, which was beautiful and intoxicating.

Noya wore a floral dress and covered her face with a transparent gold gauze.

The skirt of the romper had strange narrow sleeves, tightened at the elbows, loosened at the top and loosened at the bottom, and while swaying, the snow-white forearms suddenly appeared.

As always, she did not touch the tarot, swept with her sleeves and yarn, and the silver tarot would be mixed and closed like an elves, stacked into stacks, and discharged from the fan.

Seeing that this dazzling show of skills shocked the sailors, she stretched out her finger and pointed the card. The first one was to find the fool.

"Fate responds to you." Her slightly hoarse voice smiled, "Now, be puzzled, draw the card."

The result is naturally a sign-up, because the people on the boat are now only concerned about the way forward.

Life or death...

Life is the best, and the living is fulfilled; death is destined to be deceitful, and the dead are injustice.

However, Noya is afraid of life but not ghosts. Since the divination people are dead, what else can I say?

Lorraine leaned against the hatch and watched the whole process. When she saw the sailors' shining and confident eyes, she couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Henna said it well, the Roma people are good at many ways to relieve people's hearts. Wubu may be the most widely spread among them, but it is far from the most mysterious one.

Hearing Lorraine's chuckling, the white ears lying in the corner pounced out with a meow.

Lorraine grabbed its neck in the air, mentioned it in front of her and thrust her mouth: "Little guy, the fishing ban has been lifted. I saw Cron fishing on the side, don't miss the opportunity."

“Meow!”

White ears slid and disappeared. Noya blushed and greeted Lorraine into the cabin, closed the door, and whispered: "Captain, are you here to divine too?"

Lorraine shrugged regretfully, sat down to the original position of her white ears, stroking the smooth sphere of fate.

"The wind direction is stable, and there is no need to adjust the sails. Pierce and Henna are disturbed by me, so I will...well!"

Soft fingers touch the scalp.

Noya walked behind Lorraine at some point, knelt down, held Lorraine's head, and let him lean in his arms.

She pressed Lorraine's scalp with her fingertips, gently, softly, as if she had magic, and she hooked up the thoughts in her mind, spreading into the void, and disappeared again.

Lorraine breathed comfortably: "Is this the secret art of the Roma people?"
Chapter completed!