This is when Agnes truly saw the horror of the violent sea. Before, she had only imagined the violent sea in the records in books.
The storm in front of us has not yet fully formed, but there is already pouring rain, with a clear salty smell. The ship swayed along with the waves, and the waves crashed on the side of the ship. The water splashed up a large amount of water mist on the deck, leaving behind continuous snow-white foam.
The sailors on the ship were skilled enough and had already lowered the sails without any panic. The helm controlled the ship to slowly but surely move up against the waves and the strong wind to avoid capsizing due to the sideways wind.
Every few moments, a crew member loudly reported the power status of the ship to Edwina and the first mate. The crew members on the deck who had not yet returned to the cabin skillfully maintained their balance amidst the rocking of the ship and continued their work.
"The wave height has exceeded three meters, and the wind speed has exceeded 13 meters per second. According to calculations, the center of the storm is approximately 120 nautical miles southeast of us." Edwina reported a set of data seriously.
"We are currently on the edge of the storm. We are sailing away from the center of the storm. We are still three hours away from the destination. We have enough fuel." Edwina's calm voice penetrated the rain curtain and reached the ears of every crew member, "E The Vailena is not a heavy ship, so there is no need to worry about the bow being broken due to the high waves."
Agnes listened to Edwina's calm words and instantly understood the purpose of Edwina's words. Encountering a storm on the violent sea is a very normal thing, but taking the initiative to deviate from Russell's safe channel is a huge thing. Risky things, even ordinary storms, will leave a shadow of fear in the hearts of the crew. If ignored, special circumstances may eventually develop into uncontrollable despair.
"Anderson, Oakfa," Edwina called briefly, "pay attention to the crew's condition and seek rescue in time."
"Ms. Boethia," Edwina looked at Agnes, "I also need you and Spasnerecki to observe the situation around the ship and guide the crew to avoid areas where abnormal forces gather."
"We cannot use spells related to the spirit world in the Raging Sea, and accidents are prone to occur." Edwina said calmly.
"Okay." Agnes nodded calmly, turned around and walked to the bow of the ship.
The strong wind brought icy rain, part of which penetrated along the collar and soaked the shirt inside. The other part flowed down the hem of the long leather jacket, splashing on the deck, leaving little ripples spreading outward. , and then submerged in the ripples of raindrops.
Agnes looked through the dark rain curtain to the rough sea. Her brown eyes gradually became darker, and a little bit of black appeared and disappeared quietly under her eyes. She felt her spirit quietly lifted, looking at everything around her. .
A mixture of hoarse roars rang in her ears, and Agnes felt the stale smell filling her mouth and nose. In her mind, she saw skeletons struggling to get up under the sea, and the color of the forest was white. Floating in the almost dark water, arms with whitened rotten flesh waved and stretched out near the sea surface, dropping pieces of meat with fine silk-like edges.
This is the case in all sea areas shrouded by storms. Agnes looked around, but in most areas it would not affect the ships moving on the sea for a while.
Only those places where the influence of the spiritual world was more obvious. Agnes turned her sight to the vortex that was gradually forming in her sight. The dark and slender threads began to build up bit by bit after her sight stopped. She saw The dark smoke, barely visible in the gloomy rain curtain, emerged bit by bit.
"Seventy-five meters ahead to the left," Agnes said in a calm voice, "pay attention to the newly formed vortex."
Spasnerecki on the side looked at the gradually forming vortex almost immediately after Agnes spoke, and the morning light on his body ignited little by little.
An icy chill and an indescribable stench passed over the ship at the moment when it was closest to the fully formed whirlpool, and everyone also saw clearly what emerged from the whirlpool from such an almost specific angle——
It was a strange creature that looked like a humanoid made of ooze with eyes, a mouth, and tentacles and lower limbs. Mucus and mud-like things were dripping from its body, and dark smoke continued to flow from its body. It spreads around, leaving traces like oil on the water.
It seemed to be in a deep sleep, not yet fully awake, with only its tentacle-like limbs swinging weakly along the waves.
"Cough cough cough..."
The crew member closest to the left side of the ship fell to the ground, one hand pinched his neck and bent his body. An uncontrollable cough came from him, and dark brown mucus dripped from his mouth. His other hand reached towards his back in a strange posture, scratching hard, leaving streaks of blood on his clothes.
"Stay away from the port side of the ship!" Okfa shouted, running towards the crew member who fell to the ground.
Spasnerecki also approached the crew with a two-handed giant sword condensed by the morning light. The clear and holy morning light shone on the crew and Okfa who came to the crew.
"It's hopeless." Okfa checked the crew, stood up and took a step back.
"Damn it!" a crew member holding a harpoon yelled angrily with red eyes.
He looked fiercely at the strange creature that was getting further away, and raised the arm holding the harpoon.
"Don't attack!" Edwina shouted. Almost at the same time, Agnes appeared next to the crew member who was trying to throw the harpoon in her hand at the strange creature. She grabbed the crew member's arm, and the crew member's The arm stiffened momentarily, and the throwing motion stopped.
Frost spread from Agnes's feet, and the deck on this side was stained with pale traces. The pouring rain turned into fine pieces of ice and fell on the deck. Almost all the crew members shivered subconsciously.
"What an ability to wake people up." Anderson sneezed, then looked at the crew member who fell to the ground and sighed.
"We are lucky that it hasn't woken up yet." Agnes said calmly, letting go of the crew member's hand, and the crew member lowered the arm holding the harpoon with some dejection.
"To be honest, I don't really want to take on such a job." Anderson whispered.
The red crow flew out of his hand and landed on the crew member who fell to the ground. The bright red firelight illuminated the crew member's cheeks and left burn marks.
It was the crew member who could play the guitar that day, this thought flashed through Agnes’ mind after seeing the crew member’s face clearly.
I don't know his name yet, was Agnes' next thought.
She withdrew her gaze from the crew and still cast her gaze on the rough sea.
