With one foot on the bow of the sand boat breaking through the sand and waves, the vast sea of sand all around makes you feel heroic.
Gordon, who was in a good mood, howled loudly, and ended up choking on sand. Hayata, who was in charge of steering the sail frame behind, rolled his eyes.
Feeling the unkind eyes from behind, Gordon wiped the sand clean and ran to the back with a smile, "How about I drive for a while?"
"No!" Hayata refused decisively. She said angrily: "It has flipped over several times in less than two hours of driving? The side of the boat is almost scratched. This sand boat is borrowed!"
Gordon laughed awkwardly.
He was very strong, but strength was not what steered the ship. According to the captain of the ship, he was too clumsy to steer the ship well.
This time he randomly received a collection mission. He went to the boat group and shamelessly borrowed a sand boat to have fun, but the boat capsized frequently.
Hayata, who was originally prepared to enjoy the desert scenery, was disgraced. In the end, he had no choice but to forcefully take over the rudder, thus preventing the sand boat from falling apart due to Gordon's play.
Because the driving depends entirely on the wind, the sand boat has a simple structure but is not easy to drive.
Hayata's driving skills were equally raw, and the boat's speed could never reach its maximum, but at least it was barely stable and would not cause the boat to capsize like Gordon's jerking and jerking maneuvers.
Starting from Lockark in the early morning, until noon when the sun was shining brightly, they drove the sand boat for more than 30 kilometers and arrived at a large oasis. This was undoubtedly much more efficient than walking.
But you must know that the speed of a qualified crew member driving a sand boat should be about 30 kilometers per hour, not half a day.
The two dragged the sand boat up to a rocky ground and fixed it with a cloth.
Hayata put her weapon on her back and walked in front with a "hum" sound. Gordon followed with a flattering smile.
On impulse last night, he broke into someone's room and did some strange things. Someone is still a little angry, so he has to find a way to coax her back.
Is it important to find delicious ingredients or something?
While Gordon Hayata and the others were wondering what they were doing in the small oasis, the three of them, led by Maka, arrived at the dock of the Sand Ship Group.
Maka and Gordon had similar ideas. Since they had connections with the sand boat group, wouldn't it be more efficient to borrow a sand boat instead of walking?
Seeing another hunter approaching, the captain of the ship with a head full of black curly hair turned dark.
They were not the only ones who thought of this. There were waves of hunters who came to borrow the sand boat. Many of them were old comrades who had fought against the Fengshan Dragon together. How could they refuse a life-long friendship?
The dozen or so sand boats in the dock are almost empty!
That is to say, the monsoon period has passed, and the patrol tasks have not been heavy recently. Many members of the fleet are still on vacation. Otherwise, even the ships patrolling the sand sea would not be able to gather together.
Definitely not borrowing it this time.
"Hey! Captain!" Maka, who was striding ahead, greeted the captain with a smile.
"Kaka!"
He was about to face the approaching captain with a cold face, and sighed helplessly, "Maka, and little Babaka, didn't you go out and make trouble a long time ago, and you came back to join in the fun?"
Maka, who was once a member of the Sandy Boat Group, said with a smile: "Come back and see my mother. It just happened to happen. Let's try our luck. How are you guys? Where is that little girl Cessna?"
"I also ran out to find ingredients."
While the two were chatting, the captain of the ship suddenly discovered that the male heavy crossbow user brought by Maka was staring at the large shipyard behind him, and his expression suddenly became serious.
"Don't even think about it! Mineyama Maru won't be borrowed! Absolutely not!"
Anhil smacked his lips regretfully, not to mention the dragon-shooting gun, but the heavy-duty crossbows and artillery on it looked strangely exciting.
He looked away, with a polite smile on his face, and bowed, "Hello, Mr. Leader, I am Anhil, the heavy crossbowman of the Silverborder Hunting Group.
Gordon and Hayata told us a lot about the sand boat trip, the banquet in the desert, and the amethyst under the moon."
"I'm Feng Ying! The shield and ax user of Yin Bian!" Feng Ying also introduced herself hurriedly.
"Aha, it turns out you are Gordon and Hayata's companions." Hearing this, the captain's smile became obviously more sincere.
"Excuse me, did you see them earlier?" Anhir asked with a smile.
"They, yes, borrowed a sand boat and set sail early in the morning."
"Do you know which direction they went?"
"It's not clear. Who can tell clearly in the vast sea of sand."
"Tsk, what a pity." Anhir clicked his tongue.
Anhil was trying to find out the whereabouts of Gordon and the others from the captain of the ship, while Maka was already talking to himself about unraveling the cover of a sand ship in the dock.
"Hey! I haven't said I can lend it to you yet!" The captain of the ship turned his head and yelled.
Maka skillfully checked the sails, rudders and cables while laughing, "I knew the leader was the best, thank you! Feng Ying, come and help!"
"Asshole! Put it down! You are not allowed to bring heavy-duty crossbows. These are for dealing with the 'big guys'!" The captain of the ship yelled angrily. He left Ansil behind and rushed over to slap Maka on the head and scolded him. .
"Stingy! If you don't bring it, you won't bring it."
Maka raised her eyelids and made a face at the captain of the crew. She turned around and grabbed a familiar crew member with a smile. "Do you have a detailed map of the area eighty or ninety kilometers to the northwest?"
"The one in the mountain Gobi? Or the one near the big sand dunes?"
"Big Dune!"
"Yes, I'll get one for you."
"Thanks!" Maka took out a palm-sized small wine bottle from her waist pouch like magic and threw it to the other party, "Minagarde's good wine."
"Aha! I'll get you some turbans and cloaks for the sand."
"Where's my share?!" The captain of the ship stared.
Maka took out a bigger wine bottle from the Little Qimian Clan's luggage, "Then how can I forget to honor you!"
"That's pretty much it."
With the help of Maka's old friends, the sand boat was quickly equipped, and the cabin was also equipped with water bladders, goggles, cloaks and other items that were very practical in the desert.
Feng Ying looked a little confused, but An Xil showed a satisfied smile on her face.
It seems that this egg-grabbing trip in the desert will be much more comfortable.
Jumping onto the sand boat with Babaka, the little Qimian quickly climbed to the top of the mast, which was its favorite position. Maka grabbed a cable and wrapped it twice around his right arm to hold on. His left hand rested on the paddle-shaped rudder.
I moved my body and hands. Although I hadn't touched the rudder and cables for several years, the familiar feeling came back.
"What are you still doing? Come up quickly! The strong wind is coming!"
An Xil and Feng Ying looked at each other and boarded the sand boat.
It was their first time riding this thing. Feng Ying looked around, but Anxier had a bad feeling. He didn't really like this small, fast, and unstable means of transportation.
Before they could stand completely, Maka suddenly pulled the cable, and the strong wind swept the sand and dust, and instantly filled the sail with the sun emblem.
The two crew members pushed hard from behind to provide additional muzzle speed.
The light sand boat jumped out of the dock like a flexible sand fish and rushed into the sand sea.
"Set off!"
"Kababa!"
(End of chapter)
