Qili and her mother, Mrs. Emma, walked out of the living room door together. In the living room, Bert had been waiting for a long time.
Qili looked at Bert and had to say that he was quite diligent in chasing girls.
"Good morning, Qili, did you sleep well last night?" Bert came over, took Qili's hand, and kissed her hand.
Qili remembered the scene where he chewed his fingers with "club bang bang bang" last night, and she suddenly felt a little nauseous in her stomach, and she had no appetite for breakfast.
She pulled her hand away from Bert, suppressed the nausea in her stomach, forced herself to smile, and said, "Good morning, thank you for your concern, I slept well last night, how about you?"
Bert still smiled politely like a gentleman and said, "Of course, I also slept well. Let's go have breakfast."
"Let's go." Qili nodded.
The three of them left the cabin, walked through the corridor, and came to the restaurant.
Fortunately, today's breakfast was vegetarian, otherwise Qili would have uncontrollably vomited.
She only ate a few slices of bread and drank a cup of coffee.
After breakfast, she came outside the captain's cockpit.
Although the sun was very dazzling, the morning wind still had a coldness to it, and the temperature in the air was decreasing. Maybe they were about to encounter those suspended icebergs.
"Dong dong dong!"
Shi Ran knocked on the door and looked at the report on the table in the captain's room. It was still there. He didn't know what the captain was planning.
Hearing the knock on the door, the captain raised his head from the navigation chart and looked at Qili.
"Mr. Captain, what are you going to do about that report?" Qili asked the captain.
Although I knew that the sinking of the ship had nothing to do with Lawrence's subjective will, he still had to be given a shock. This was indeed closely related to his selfishness and negligence.
Last night the captain said Lawrence told him to drive the Prometheus faster.
This may be the reason why Lawrence concealed this report. He wanted the Prometheus to reach the port of the Dark Empire as soon as possible and let this ship, which could reach a maximum speed of 38 knots, sail at full speed.
Such speed has never been seen before. If the Prometheus arrives at the port of the Dark Empire one or two days ahead of schedule, it will undoubtedly make the front pages of major newspapers.
This was a fatal attraction for Lawrence.
So he was careless, he was lucky, and he met with misfortune.
Things are so unpredictable.
The captain frowned and thought for a while before saying, "I'll have people go find the picket chief and Lawrence and see what they say."
After all, he was just an employee, employed by Lawrence's shipping company. Asking him to bring down Lawrence was like asking his ministers to bring down the emperor. If he could reach the port of the Tianhei Empire safely, he would definitely report him.
But now that he was still on this ship, he estimated that there was nothing they could do against Lawrence.
The only thing he could do was to slow down his sailing speed.
Every year there are floating icebergs on the sea. They are not fixed in one position and it is difficult to judge their position. The only thing he can do is to slow down his sailing speed and sail as carefully as possible.
As soon as the sixth mate on the ship arrived, the captain asked him to find the picket chief.
More than ten minutes later, the picket leader came to the cockpit with a straight posture and read the report given to him by the captain.
"This was found in Mr. Lawrence's room?" asked the inspector.
The captain said, "Yes, our crew found it while cleaning."
He could only explain it this way. If it was Qili who discovered it, wouldn't it mean that she sneaked into someone else's room secretly?
Exposing this in front of the picket chief is undoubtedly very dangerous for Qili.
Qili smiled gratefully at the captain and nodded.
A few minutes later, Lawrence arrived.
His explanation was exactly the same as what Qili heard in the environment last night.
Lawrence said: "It's not what you think. There are icebergs on the sea every year in this season. I didn't want to hide it deliberately, I just felt there was no need to bring it out. This should have been expected a long time ago."
The captain nodded helplessly.
The chief inspector didn't pay much attention to this matter at all. In his opinion, it was impossible for the Prometheus to have an accident, and he couldn't imagine that she would soon sink to the bottom of the sea with the lives of two thousand people.
After things calmed down, the picket leader and Lawrence left.
Qili said cautiously to the captain, "Mr. Captain, please be cautious and cautious, and always observe the road conditions on the sea route."
Qili felt really uneasy, maybe because he knew that the ship had sunk hundreds of years ago.
She didn't know what she could change with her meager strength.
In front of nature, human beings appear extremely insignificant.
All efforts will appear pale and ridiculous.
The captain also nodded seriously and said, "Please rest assured, this is the last voyage of my career. I will not make fun of so many people's lives."
He has sailed countless times in his life, and his life has been traveling on this ocean. The God of the Ocean has favored him for decades, and it must be the same this time.
After this voyage, he can retire with honor.
"Well! You are a respectable old captain." Qili nodded and praised him.
The old captain smiled, waved to Qili, and said, "Go, I will get everyone to their destination safely."
Qili nodded at him, turned and left the cockpit.
She was going to check the entire ship again to see if there were any problems or safety hazards.
Qili shivered as the slightly colder sea breeze blew on her body.
She made her way through the crowd on the deck and into the hallway.
There were many people coming and going in the corridor, chatting, without any awareness of the approaching danger.
Qili looked at them with pity.
In her eyes, these people were already dead.
Even if she saved them this time in such a world that might be an illusion, they would still die.
Everything will be blown away by the sea breeze.
After walking through the corridor and returning to the room, Qili found the camera. Before going out, she returned to the room and put on a coat.
it's too cold.
There was no one in the living room, nor in her mother's living room.
It seems that Mrs. Emma is discussing boring topics with those ladies.
She left the cabin, walked through the corridor, took the elevator down to the bottom floor, and then climbed along a scaffolding to the bottom boiler room.
This time, the workers in the boiler room were not as busy as last time, and seemed much more relaxed.
Maybe with the boats slowing down, they don't have to be so busy anymore.
"Madam, it's too dangerous for you here. I suggest you go to the deck to play." A black worker patiently persuaded Qili while smoking a cigarette.
