Chapter 52 The Storm at Sea

Philippine Strait.

Humans have been with the sea for thousands of years, but they have not been able to understand her temperament fully. The ocean is like a little girl in the age of cardamom. Sometimes she smiles at you one second and may change color the next. Even the most experienced sailors dare not claim to have thoroughly understood the habits of the sea.

The old captain has been out at sea for more than 40 years. Almost half of his age is living at sea, but the sea is still mysterious and unpredictable to him. At nine o'clock in the morning local time, his cargo ship had just entered the Philippine Strait, and the dark hurricane visited his boat.

Unlike the young sailors who turned ashes at the slightest wind, the old captain was someone who had actually seen the wind and waves and even had the proud experience of surviving a few terrifying storms years later. Take it out and brag to your descendants. But today was different, unlike any storm he had seen. The gust of wind blew the waves one after another, and the waves of thousands of pounds slapped against the metal shell of the hull like several hammers taking turns beating. At nine o'clock, the sky was as gloomy as the night, and tons of torrential rain, mixed with roaring waves, slapped on the solitary cargo ship, washing the ship's top and bottom into bright reflections.

The situation developed to the worst when a rock that appeared out of nowhere knocked on the outer shell of the cargo ship, and the black water rushed in from the hole in the hull. Underwater endless darkness pulls. The old captain was calm in the face of danger, calmly instructing all the sailors to do everything they could, but all their efforts still seemed so weak under the attack from nature.

The seawater poured on the glass without stopping as if a waterfall had fallen. The old captain looked out the window through the blurred glass of the cabin and couldn't help feeling that he had never been so powerless in his forty years of sailing. He devoted his whole life to the sea, and in the end, he ended up in this fickle sea. This storm came suddenly and fiercely, and there was no sign in advance. Even if he was as experienced, he could not have expected it. It was an inevitable natural disaster. To be buried at the bottom of the sea in this way can only be said to be God's will.

The first officer rushed into the cabin, panting, with yet another piece of bad news: "Captain! The port side...the port side is on the rocks too! We're sinking faster! What now?"

The old captain smiled wryly, without even looking back at him. He looked out the window of the pouring rain and sighed, "What should we do? What can we do now? Pray to God; he is the only one left to save us."

The first mate was pale and opened his mouth but could not speak. The captain couldn't help feeling sorry for him. Unlike himself, he was still young and had a family, including a three-year-old son. His family could not bear the sudden loss of a husband and father.

Half of the ship had already sunk underwater just as he spoke, and the frenzies heated was still tirelessly pouring into the boat. And the raging wind did not mean to restrain at all; on the contrary, it showed signs of becoming more arrogant, as if conveying the meaning of swearing to not give up until the cargo ship and the poor people on board were completely engulfed. In such a situation, the West Lifeboat is useless, and the boat will be sunk by the waves the second it is put down.

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

There was a shrill explosion in the sky of lightning and thunder, similar to thunder but different. A tiny black spot ripped apart the dark sky at an unbelievable speed and dived, leaving two long lines of water in the rain. He smashed into the tsunami-ravaged water with a "bang", and the rest instantly engulfed the waves set off.

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

The old captain was stunned, he felt that it must be his hallucination in a desperate situation, but soon he saw the same look on the face of the first mate beside him. Immediately afterward, the cargo ship, which was more than half-submerged, began to rise abnormally. The old captain was stunned. He stared wide-eyed as he watched the sea with turbulent waves rolling away from the window as if he was furious at the food that had slipped from his mouth. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like an illusion.

How can that 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!" Surprise and the joy of escaping death were mixed on the first mate's face, and he excitedly pressed the old captain's shoulder, "It's God!"

"The Guard is Here"

The old captain swallowed a mouthful of water and said nothing. He wasn't a theist, but he couldn't find a better explanation at the moment.

This is because they couldn't see the freighter from the outside; otherwise, they would drop their jaws - the large ship with a length of more than 200 meters rose evenly out of the stormy water, and the tons of seawater on board the vessel carried The loud noise of "crashing" fell into the sea like a waterfall. The one who had to bear the weight of 100,000 tons was only a thin person at the bottom of the boat. He wore a dark blue uniform; the waves brightened the big "S" on his chest. His bright red cape fluttered in the wind against the waves.

In just ten minutes, they got rid of that desperate situation, and the cargo ship was lifted in the air, flew over the sea, and landed at the nearest pier. The old captain noticed that there were already a lot of boats on the docks like theirs; maybe they all "flew" from the storm.

Jay placed the cargo ship smoothly in the port, then tore off the heavy iron door of the cabin and came to the stunned captain and first mate. With a friendly smile at the two escapees, he asked, "Is everyone okay?"

The old captain glanced at the first mate, who seemed to be still in a state of the brain shut down and unable to answer this question for a while, so he replied: "It should be...all right."

Jay nodded: "You should be able to get repairs and supplies here, and you can go to sea when the wind and waves pass."

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

Jay stopped, turned around, 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...happy to help."

After speaking, he turned around, and a little under his feet, a circle of milky white airwaves, spread out beside him with the explosion. The blue figure shot into the sky like a bullet, and the old captain raised his head and narrowed his eyes to stare until only the sky was churning thunderclouds and pouring rain.