The survey mission around the island lasted for most of the day.
At a distance of one thousand meters, Hilpeter carefully observed every sand dune on the island with a telescope.
Regarding this matter, his level of care was completely different from his usual careless character. He even drew a map, marking what he saw inch by inch in a way that he could understand.
After his observation, he discovered that this empty island was not just sand dunes and lakes. Most of the lakes were surrounded by many shrubs and vegetation, as well as a few strange-looking trees.
Although there are few animals, they are there, but Hillpeter found no traces of human life at all.
When Schliemann saw the very abstract map drawn by Hilpeter, he scratched his head and looked helpless.
"Since there are no people on the island, and there aren't many large beasts...then fill up the water quickly and take a vacation."
The crew was in high spirits, but not long after the rehydration work was completed, they got tired of swimming and became bored again.
They suddenly realized that the fact that there was no one on the island was bad news.
No one means no pubs, and no pubs means no soft girls.
Fortunately, there are two women on the boat, Vivian and Selu.
They were sitting next to the lake holding light beers. Although the two were now tightly dressed, this could not stop the casual imagination of the crew members who had seen their exquisite lines.
Gradually, more and more crew members gathered around the two, and eventually, even an uninterested man from science and engineering like Connie came over.
The crew began to tell stories, even telling the embarrassing stories of their companions, just to win the laughter of the two girls.
The crew members who were exposed were definitely unwilling to accept the news. They would often ask to speak with red faces, and tell an even bigger embarrassing story under the girl's gaze.
The crew members seemed to be beating drums to spread the news, and the embarrassing things were revealed one by one. As the girls giggled, someone finally became anxious.
So, the crew formed a circle, and the two men were rubbing their hands in the circle, as if the two girls next to them would spend the night with the victorious party.
Fortunately, their dueling method is limited to wrestling, and even if someone throws them over their shoulders on the sand, it won't cause much harm.
The screams of the two girls became encouragement to the crew, and the original embarrassing contest turned into a fighting contest. The crew members were all snorting like bulls in the arena, ready to show off their skills.
However, the good times did not last long. Before the next meal, the wind started blowing.
The sand was blown up by the wind and hit the ladies, causing them to frown. This hurt a lot of the men around them.
They all took off their shirts one after another. After smelling the smell and feeling that they couldn't accept it, they stood up and stood in front of the lady.
Schliemann watched the dog-licking crew working hard all afternoon and sighed helplessly.
This afternoon, the only one who seemed to be able to remain quiet was the Crescent.
He turned to look at the Crescent Moon, shocked.
The Crescent, which had been parked at the top of the dune, disappeared.
His sudden rise startled Apton who was standing beside him. When he looked back, he was dumbfounded and followed Schliemann to the top of the dune.
Five minutes later, two panting guys stood on the top of the dune, breathing heavily. Running on the soft sand consumed too much of their energy.
On the other side of the dune, there is the crescent that has slid to the bottom and a large trace of the slide.
As if unwilling to be left alone, it soaked into a blue lake like the crew.
"Sil Peter!!!"
Schliemann was really angry, and the first mate took it as such and simply stopped doing it.
This voice attracted the attention of all the crew members. At this time, the girl's attraction was no longer enough to attract them. Driven by the captain's roar, they cheered and ran to the top of the sand dune.
"Don't you anchor the boat?"
"I'm anchored! All eight steel spears are inserted!"
"Why are you releasing so much Fei Qi?!"
"The sand is too loose and the wind is strong. It's impossible to let the boat sit on the sand dunes. Those steel spears can't hold it!"
"Okay, you are so reasonable. Then let me ask you, why are there no people on the ship?"
"Stay here! There are two of them! Helmsman Pound and Boatswain Gada!"
Schliemann, who was running, was stunned, jumped up and slapped Hilpeter on the forehead.
"Look back and see who they are!"
Hilpeter turned around, and Pound and Gada ran away with their heads lowered, without saying a word.
"You are the first mate, it's up to you!"
Schliemann put down these words, bent down and picked up the steel spear that was still dragging on the sand, and pulled the rope hard, trying to stop the Crescent's downward trend. It had already soaked in the water, Schliemann Mann didn't want it to get too much water.
In front of the huge Crescent, the manpower was still too weak. Even though Schliemann had put on the pendant, and even though all the crew members, including Selu, were desperately pulling on the rope, they still could not stop the Crescent. The number slid completely to the center of the lake.
With a straight face, Schliemann dropped the rope and called Conney.
"Go check the power machine."
Connie responded and asked the petite Selu to swim along the rope to the Crescent.
Schliemann looked at Hilpeter and sighed deeply.
"I will not always forgive you for your mistakes, Hilpeter. Go and ask the crew to raise the Crescent and drain it first."
After four hours of rescue, the Crescent was raised.
The kerosene-powered engine needed to be dismantled and cleaned, a project that could not be completed in a few hours.
In the small power cabin, Connie and Selu were busy. This was not a project that could be accelerated by just one person. Even though Hillpeter knew this, he still anxiously asked if he needed help.
On the mast of the deck, Pound and Gada were tied there. Their feet could not touch the ground, their heads were drooping, their lips were cracked, but they did not say a word.
They know they deserve it.
The lower deck was a mess.
The water poured in from the sewage outlet flowed back into the cabin through the toilet, contaminating the food, water tanks, and cargo, and the entire cabin was filled with a stench.
Even the cat named Betty left the Crescent Moon with a look of disgust among the chaotic and busy crew.
The crew members were as busy as spinning tops. They transported supplies off the ship and spread them on the sand to dry. They cleaned the water tanks and decks, cleaning the Crescent from the inside out.
Half an hour later, Schliemann stood on the deck and sighed while looking at the sand dunes in the wind. He was shocked to find that the anchored Crescent had moved again.
He jumped off the ship and checked the steel spears one by one. Although these steel spears were loose, they were definitely not the reason why the Crescent moved again.
He returned to the deck again with doubts in his head. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly figured out something.
"If the mountains will not go to Muhammad, Muhammad will go to the mountains...
It's not the Crescent that's moving, it's these dunes! "
