Chapter 52: Sea Storm

Strait of the Philippines.

Human beings have been with the sea for thousands of years, but they still haven't been able to fully understand her temper. The ocean is like a little girl in the age of cardamom. Sometimes she smiled at you in the last second, and she might change color in the next second. Even the most experienced sailor dare not threaten to thoroughly understand the habits of the sea.

The old captain has been out at sea for more than forty years. He lives at sea for almost half his age, but the sea is still mysterious and unpredictable to him. At nine o'clock in the morning local time, his cargo ship had just sailed into the Philippine Strait, and the pitch-black hurricane visited his ship with teeth and claws.

Unlike the young sailors who saw a little wind and face dust, the old captain is someone who has really seen wind and waves, and even has several proud experiences of surviving terrible storms, many years later. Take it out and brag with your children and grandchildren. But today is different, unlike any storm he has seen in his life. The squally wind swept the waves of anger and pours out one after another, and the heavy waves slapped against the metal shell of the hull like several hammers in turns. The sky over nine o'clock was as gloomy as the night, and tons of heavy rain mixed with roaring waves slapped on the lone cargo ship, washing the ship's body bright and reflective.

The situation developed to the worst when a reef that emerged from nowhere knocked open the hull of the cargo ship. The black sea water rushed in from the hole in the hull. In a flash, it seemed as if countless pairs of invisible claws were turning the steel giant ship towards. Pulled by the endless darkness underwater. The old captain was in no trouble, calmly and calmly commanded all the sailors to do everything they could, but all their efforts were still weak under the offensive from nature.

The pouring sea water never stopped splashing on the glass, as if a waterfall was hanging down. The old captain looked out the window through the vague glass of the cabin, and couldn't help feeling that his 40 years of going to sea had never been so powerless. He has dedicated his entire life to the sea, and in the end the end is actually on this fickle sea. This storm came so abruptly and so intensely, without any signs in advance, even if he was as experienced as he could not have expected it, it was simply an inevitable natural disaster. To be buried under the sea in this way can only be said to be God's will.

The first officer rushed into the cabin out of breath, and brought another worse news: "Captain! The port side... the port side is also on the rocks! We are sinking faster! What should we do now?"

The old captain smiled bitterly and didn't even look back at him. He looked out the rainstorm window and sighed: "What should we do? What can we do now? Pray for God, he is the only one who can save us."

The first officer was pale, opened his mouth but couldn't speak. The captain couldn't help feeling sorry for him. Unlike himself, he was still young, had a family, and had a three-year-old son. His family cannot afford to lose a husband and father suddenly.

Half of the ship had sunk just as he was talking, and the crazy sea water still poured into the ship tirelessly. The screaming wind not only didn't mean the slightest restraint, but on the contrary, it showed signs of becoming more arrogant, as if it conveyed the meaning of not to completely engulf the cargo ship and the poor people on it. In this case, the western lifeboat is also useless. The boat will definitely be sunk by the waves the moment it is put down.

However, as if hearing the old captain's prayer, a variable suddenly broke into this desperate situation.

There was a mournful explosion in the sky of lightning and thunder, similar to thunder but different. A tiny black spot tore through the dark sky at an incredibly fast speed and dived quickly, leaving two long water lines in the rain. He slammed into the tsunami-ravaged water with a "bang", and the waves that were raised were instantly swallowed by the rest.

After a few seconds, the sinking of the cargo ship stopped.

The old captain was stunned. He felt that it must be that he had an illusion in a desperate situation, but soon he saw the same look on the face of the first officer beside him. Immediately afterwards, the cargo ship, which sank more than half of its body, began to float up abnormally. The old captain was stunned. He stared wide-eyed and watched the tumbling sea fading away from the window, as if furious at the food that slipped from his mouth. No matter how he looked at it, it was like an illusion.

How can this be? This freighter has a tonnage of more than 100,000. What kind of power can lift this 100,000-ton steel behemoth from the angry sea?

"God!" Astonishment and joy of escape were mixed on the first officer's face. He pressed the old captain's shoulder excitedly, "It's really God!"

The old captain swallowed and did not speak. He is not a theist, but at the moment he can't find a better explanation.

This is because they can't see the sight of the freighter from outside, otherwise they will definitely have to drop their jaws-a large ship more than two hundred meters in length has evenly risen out of the storm-ravaged water with tons of sea water on board. The loud noise of "Hua La La" plunged into the sea like a waterfall, and the one who had to bear the weight of 100,000 tons was only a thin person at the bottom of the ship. He was wearing a dark blue uniform, the big "s" on his chest was brightened by the waves, and his bright red cloak was flying in the waves in the wind.

In just ten minutes, they got rid of the desperate situation, and the cargo ship was lifted in the air over the sea and landed to the nearest pier. The old captain noticed that there were already many ships in similar conditions at the pier, perhaps they all "flyed" from the storm.

Jay placed the cargo ship steadily in the harbor, then tore off the heavy iron door of the cabin and came to the stunned captain and chief mate. He smiled friendly at the two people who had escaped from the dead, and asked, "Are everyone okay?"

The old captain glanced at the chief mate. The latter seemed to be still in a state of brain crash, and seemed unable to answer this question for a while, so he replied: "It should be...none."

Jay nodded: "You should be able to get repairs and supplies here, and you can go out to sea when the storm passes."

He finished speaking, smiled politely, then turned and walked out of the cabin to leave. At this time, the captain suddenly remembered something, and strode out after chasing him out, saying loudly: "By the way, I forgot to say, thank you, you saved us all."

Jay stopped, turned and smiled: "No need."

The old captain said with emotion: "You know, I didn't believe it when they talked about you. I thought God had already abandoned us."

"No, I'm not a god. I'm just... glad to help."

After speaking, he turned around, a little bit below his feet, and a circle of milky white air wave dispersed beside him with the explosion. The blue figure shot into the sky like bullets, and the old captain raised his head and squinted his eyes until only the thunderclouds and pouring rain were left in the sky.