RNP Chapter 480 Feeling
Chapter 480 Feeling
Chapter 480 Feeling
Harriet was clearly a little nervous.
Cathy reassured him, "Don't worry too much, it's just a storm. It's not unusual weather at sea, and it might just affect the efficiency of the ships."
"Hmm," Harley nodded.
"Harriet, perhaps you should go back down to the deck to take shelter from the rain and read a book. Mr. Mosley once told you that reading is always beneficial."
"And what about you?"
"Taking shelter from the rain is of course the best option, but—" Kay looked toward the bow of the ship, which was painted black, "I want to learn their storm-handling techniques. You know, maybe one day I'll be commanding a ship myself."
The premise is that Gus really has something that Kathy can learn from.
"Oh well."
Watching Harriet's departing figure, Cathy's expression grew increasingly solemn.
The gloomy weather was like God pouring down a bucket of pitch.
Master Jord once told Casey a story about Warcraft.
He said that the world's first monster was originally just an ordinary creature.
A huge rock fell from the sky and landed on the plateau.
The ancestors of the Lines family discovered it and tried to dig it open, but it turned out to be just an ordinary stone.
One day, a black substance began to condense at the very center of the boulder.
It can be touched, but cannot be taken away, and its shape is the same as asphalt.
Then one day, the boulder exploded, causing turmoil throughout the plateau and collapsing 90% of the houses.
When Kathy's ancestors arrived, the stone and the black mass had vanished, leaving only a small piece of stone.
The Lynes family used this stone to forge their first iron weapon.
Master Jode said it was a story from long ago, something that happened in the mythical era.
Perhaps ten thousand years have passed, or even longer.
The Lines family has a long history spanning hundreds of generations.
Of course, only the story has been passed down, and it may just be a fabricated lie; no one can say for sure.
Legitimacy — Mr. Mosley taught Kesh that rulers must learn to create legitimacy for themselves.
Perhaps this story is a product of their family's legitimacy.
Even if it's a lie, Cathy can accept it.
Lying is better than doing nothing if it benefits one's family or relatives.
So Cathy wondered if the darkness in the sky was the same as the mass that had escaped from the Lines family back then.
The ship rocked from side to side, and when it tilted to its limit, the waves could even splash against the fenders.
The splashing water completely soaked the soles of Cathy's shoes.
Harriet was clearly afraid of the ocean, so Cathy let her go down.
But Kathy wasn't afraid. Despite the cold rain and the raging wind, he felt a connection with his body.
However, Kathy must not allow herself to be devoured by it.
Gus stood at the helm, gripping the handrail, shouting hysterically, veins bulging on his neck, as if his voice would be swallowed by the storm.
He was clearly trying his best to direct the ship so that it could better weather the storm.
Kathy didn't know his skill level, but he was definitely not as good as Henry.
Look, the ship is like a child who has been punched and knocked down. Although it struggles a few times, it can't get back up.
And his helpers—the helmsman was struggling to steer the ship, while the sailor, due to the bad weather, was swaying wildly around with the sail in the wind.
Good heavens, how can a ship be safe like this!
"Enough!" Gus suddenly shouted, "You useless rotten fish, you can't even hold the sail steady! Fold the sail!"
reef!"
Upon hearing this, Casey immediately realized that this was a foolish decision.
He walked down the stairs: "Hey! Gus! Don't lower the sails. You know, this is a boat without sideboards and oars. Without sails, it's like a deer without its hooves; it can't move forward at all."
"Then drift with the waves, you son of a bitch."
Gus roared, the wind blowing away the rain that had trickled down his face, "If we keep the sails up, this ship will capsize sooner or later!"
"You're not allowed to talk about my mother like that, you bastard with no anus!" Cathy shouted angrily.
He absolutely could not tolerate anyone insulting his family, at the very least, not Natalie.
Henry was indeed a pirate, and he was hated by others, but that was the path he chose.
But his mother wasn't.
Natalie was beautiful and gentle, and although they had only met once, Casey was convinced that Natalie was a good person.
She said she loved Cathy, and Cathy believed her without a doubt.
Kathy will not allow anyone to insult Natalie! Never!
"Do you see the waves? Your boat is just a leaf among them, and it too can capsize at any moment. Once you furl your sails, the boat will lose all speed, the waves will catch up with it, and you will linger in the storm for a much longer time."
"Hey! I'm the owner of this ship, it's not your place to lecture me. Do you think you have more sailing experience than me?"
"
Cathy didn't have any, but: "Experience? Huh? Oh, yes, I, who have no experience, accurately predicted this storm, while you, clinging to your outdated experience, dragged me into the trap with you. If you had listened to my advice earlier, you wouldn't even have encountered the storm."
"Listen, I have weathered countless storms. I have sailed through the Weeping Gorge in a storm and navigated the gloomy sea in late autumn. You ignorant bastard, do you think I would lose my composure because of a mere storm?"
"You said you've only sailed the Sea of Despair three times? Isn't that wrong?"
"So what? Three times is enough."
"I'm afraid you didn't encounter any storms during those three trips, did you?"
Kathy questioned him, but the other party finally fell silent.
"Not afraid of the storm? Ah, yes, the storm is nothing. I've been through a storm before, and that one was much worse than this one. But the problem is, this is the Sea of Despair."
"The weather can cause ships to lose their way, that's the biggest problem. And if you can't determine the ship's location, there's a risk of accidentally entering the Corrupted Sea. Ships that go in there have a slim chance of survival, and I don't want to gamble my life on your luck. Can you tell me exactly how far we are from the Corrupted Sea?"
Gus finally squinted, rain pouring down his face as if someone were continuously pouring water on his head.
He narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"
"Someone more rational than you,"
Saying "son of the navigator" is obviously more intimidating, but Casey couldn't be sure of the man's attitude toward pirates, and Henry seemed to have made many enemies.
Having experienced a difficult period of exile, Kathy understands very well that not easily revealing one's identity is key to survival, unless one can be certain that the other is a friend.
"So, Mr. Rational, what suggestions do you have?"
"Full sail,"
Kathy spoke without hesitation, her tone firm and resolute.
"Quanfan? You must be crazy! Do you want to drag us all down to hell?"
"As I just said, the storm is just a cowardly bluff, while the real threat is the corruption of the sea. The most urgent task is to determine the exact location of the ships as soon as possible, which obviously won't work in the storm!"
"But my people can't hold onto the sails."
"Then tie the ropes to them, and they to the fenders, so that even if they slip and fall, the storm won't shift too much. Oh! Of course, I think Captain Gus, with your keen eye, wouldn't recruit sailors who can't stand on deck, would you?"
Gus finally stared at Kathy again, and after a long while, he asked once more, "Who exactly are you?"
“A—a wanderer,” Cathy said with a sneer.
Gus snorted coldly, then looked towards the deck: "Listen, full sails! All sails, lower them!"
What an amateur conductor! If it were Henry, he would have shouted "All sails, all sails!"
Concise yet precise.
"Full Sail, Captain, are you kidding me?"
"It's not me who's gone mad, it's some big-mouthed, slutty brat—"
Whatever, let him curse.
Kathy turned and walked toward the deck.
Harriet noticed him as soon as he got close.
"Oh my god, Cathy, you're all soaked! You'll get a fever like that. You know I'm not omnipotent. Prevention is far more important than cure. Are you alright?"
"Hmm, not bad," Cathy thought for a moment, "Very good, Harriet, I feel fantastic!"
He looked at his palms; the skin was white and wrinkled from being soaked in water for too long.
Can----
Kathy clenched her fist, a smile unconsciously spreading across her face.
It feels wonderful to have things under control.
The ship rocked even more violently, and Cathy was unable to stand firmly in the cabin.
While others were filled with fear and unease, Kathy felt as if she were dancing.
Just half a day later, the ship broke through the storm.
When Kathy reached the deck, she looked back at the thick, dark clouds and felt a sense of relief.
He suddenly turned around, staring intently at Gustav standing upstairs, and unconsciously opened his arms.
The other person, however, avoided Kathy's gaze.
This feeling is simply—
"boom!"
The sudden loud noise left Kathy's mind blank.
Then he fell down.
He didn't know what had happened; it was as if the clear sky had swallowed him up.
A sharp cry came from beside my ear.
This is not a sound made by anything.
He just has tinnitus.
The whole world became hazy.
Kathy didn't understand what had happened.
He struggled to his feet, dazed, and stood up, leaning on the mast.
Turning around, he found a huge wooden stake stuck seven feet in front of him.
Kathy has seen this kind of thing before —
Then, someone shouted in terror, "God help us! They're pirates!"