"It's not time for jokes now," Spencer said.
After saying that, he continued to check Wei Tianyang's condition, but Wei Tianyang was already feeling much better.
He had seen what he shouldn't have seen, and in that instant, the immense mental stress had triggered some kind of hallucination, or at least, that's how he understood it.
Wei Tianyang steadied his mind a bit and said, "I'm fine, but at sea, there's limited help I can provide. Let's first think of a way to take shelter on the drilling platform."
Spencer nodded. That was the only option now, as a missile cruiser was not something a whaling ship could withstand. One hit and they would truly meet their doom in the vast ocean.
"First mate, steer the ship behind the drilling platform. It's our only chance," Dave commanded.
Upon hearing this, the first mate hurriedly ran towards the helmsman.
The Santana seemed like a water cockroach, scurrying to the backside of the drilling platform.