It stands to reason that the charts and logbooks belong to the captain, and they should be kept in the same house even if they are not kept in one place.
But the crew rummaged through the surrounding ruins and could not find the voyage log.
Schliemann had no choice but to let everyone find it slowly, while he returned to the Crescent to study the charts.
In the captain's room, Schlieman tore open the rotten parchment piece by piece, and a piece of paper that he dared not hold hard appeared in front of Schlieman.
He quickly placed the chart gently on the table and placed it on two bookends to prevent it from rolling around.
"Um... Selu, call Selu here."
Upton rolled his eyes and glanced at Schliemann and said, "Selu is at Vader's."
"Oh, call Vivian. She should be fine, right?"
Walter didn’t need any instructions from Apton this time, so he turned around and called Vivian.
Within a few minutes, Vivian came to the captain's cabin, and Schliemann asked her to find a big basin.
"Get some water, but not too much."
Soon, the things were ready, and Schliemann ordered a few people: "It will break when I open it. Your task is to keep an eye on it and remember where it breaks, so as not to lose a piece when the time comes.
Vivian, take this thing..."
Schliemann handed a pair of tweezers to Vivian and said: "You will be responsible for putting it together in a moment. Use the tweezers to hold the fragments, be careful, dip them in water, rinse off the loose soil and mold, and then put them together... Walter! Move the table... …”
After a flurry of moving furniture, Schliemann pointed to the floor.
"Just work on this, we will help you think about it, but you can only do it alone."
"I'll do it, I'm quick."
Walter's offer was rejected by Schliemann.
"What we want is stability, carefulness, and carefulness. These things can only be applied once after being stained with water. If you try to adjust the position again, they will probably rot immediately...
Do you understand? Everyone understands that I started! "
After the three people nodded, Schliemann tried to unfold the aeronautical chart. As he expected, the aeronautical chart was too rotten and shattered into large pieces.
Several people watched as Vivian carefully picked up a piece and dipped it into the water. The dirt spread as the tension of the water surface increased.
Once one piece is pasted, the rest has to be put together around it.
Apton was anxious. He remembered which part was next to this piece. He picked up a corner and was about to hand it over, but in mid-air, the fragment shattered into smaller pieces.
"Hiss... eh! I told her to do it by herself!"
Ampton didn't dare to move, for fear that if he moved too violently, the wind would blow the fragments to who knows where.
"It's reversed! The words are facing down! Don't panic, take your time..."
Ampton's dumbfounded behavior adds an unexpected amount of work to the job.
When Hillpeter, who wanted to let the crew stop and rest, came to the captain's cabin, what he saw was four people kneeling on the floor with their butts sticking out.
"did not find?"
"No, they are all adobe bricks. The brothers not only dug around the area, but even broke apart each brick to look at it."
Schliemann frowned and said, "Okay, let the brothers rest."
Two hours later, Vivian's hands were shaking so much that she put down the last piece, exhaled, and collapsed on the floor.
Looking at this perfectly put together air map, Schliemann always felt that he was missing something. He thought for a long time, pointed to an extremely vague small print and asked: "What does this mean?"
Ampton looked carefully and found it very difficult to distinguish.
"The moving castle...isn't it? The moving...is the castle, the moving castle."
"Could it be a moving wall?"
Apton glanced at Vivian who was speaking, thought for a moment, and said, "It's possible... in the ancient Sun God language, castle, fortress, city wall, and wall are the same word."
"Then it can't be a mobile fortress? That's not right. There are no empty islands in this area. How can it be a castle or a city wall?"
Apton pointed to the markings on the map and said, "Why are the route markings so confusing? Why do they point eastward and westward..."
"This is lost. Not only are they unable to determine their own direction, they are also unable to determine the location of the route...
It seems that only the pilot ship knows where the fleet is going...otherwise they wouldn't have gotten lost and fallen into chaos.
But there is still something I don’t understand... Why did they get lost? "
"Do you really still need the voyage log..."
Schliemann shook his head and said: "I'm afraid we will never find the log."
"how to say?"
"If the captain intends to destroy the log, his method is simple, just throw it into the blue sea."
"Why would he do this?"
"To evade responsibility, many captains of commercial ships will create a disaster when they arrive at their destination beyond the time limit so that they can explain to their cargo owners and avoid fines."
"No way. How can the captain of a merchant ship compare with the captain of a king ship? The captain of a king ship has faith."
"belief……"
Schliemann laughed twice and said: "I have seen faith, it can indeed stimulate people's potential, but sometimes, it can also be a dark obstacle that blinds people's eyes.
When the captain of the king's ship realized that he was falling behind and could not find his way back, what should he tell his men?
What's next? Find an empty island for your men to survive? Or continue to search aimlessly until all supplies are exhausted and everyone dies on the ship?
We won’t discuss the matter of belief. At least from Vader’s mouth, we learned that we were looking in the right direction, and that was enough.
Navigation charts and logbooks are just to help us narrow down the scope of our search and do not play a decisive role. "
The Crescent stopped on the west side of the rift valley after a short voyage. Schliemann and the others went down the slope and soon arrived at Vida's cave.
Schliemann coughed twice, and Vader's crazy laugh came from the cave.
"You're so hypocritical. You even coughed twice. Hyperion has seen you a long time ago. Come in."
Schliemann walked through the hole, and the monkey Hyperion in the cage was jumping up and down, as if welcoming a few people back.
Seeing the captain arriving, Mersin quickly said: "Ah, let me go out and get some air."
"Go ahead, stinky girl."
Seeing Schliemann's look, Vader chuckled.
"What's wrong? Didn't find it?"
"Um."
"Hehe... Do you want me to help you divine where the voyage log is?"
Schliemann grinned and said, "Forget it..."
After thinking about it, Schliemann was surprised to find that Vader actually knew that what they could not find was a logbook, not a navigation map.
"Hey... is the log here with you..."
Vida snorted, picked up a needle ground from deer bone and continued working on her.
"What do I need that for? I'm not the captain."
"Then how do you know we didn't find the voyage log?"
"I do my own fortune telling and I don't charge my own money."
Schliemann narrowed his eyes and said, "Then you can do some divination for me to see if I can return to my world."
He said, taking out two black pendants.
"I asked you why you smell so bad... you have been making trouble for a long time. You have the soul fragments of the second ancient god hidden in your body. Are you going to pay for them by taking them out?"
