LRAB Chapter 314 The Helmsman
Chapter 314 The Helmsman
Chapter 314 The Helmsman
wind..-
rain..-
Storms and torrential rains—
A slut will always shake her big ass, draining a man of his last bit of strength.
The ship happened to be called the "Midnight Bitch," and it was full of men.
A ship adrift at sea, caught in a storm, is definitely more wobbly than a whore's ass.
Suraj had long been drained of his strength.
He was listless and exhausted, barely able to open his eyelids.
How long has it been since you last slept?
It took at least a whole day.
In fact, he could allow his soul to break free from his body, so that he could keep watch over the ship's cargo while giving his body a brief rest.
But there's simply no time for that right now.
The gale could capsize the ship at any moment, torrential rain poured into the cabin, and the giant waves seemed poised to crush the bitch beneath them.
The boat cannot be left unattended, and Suraj must be on command at all times to evacuate the boat from danger.
Have we been caught up in this massive storm for several days now?
Suraj has lost count.
In this terrifying storm of darkness, day and night have long been distorted and blurred, making it difficult to discern the passage of time.
Perhaps half a month?
even longer.
Although he understood that the ship and everyone on board were now in dire straits because mortals could not withstand extreme weather.
But he was also aware that the ship would enter the storm, and he had an inescapable responsibility.
It was his insistence on sailing the ship into the stormy sea, and more importantly, it was his distraction while monitoring the weather.
Ah!
Curiosity is definitely the most foolish quality humans possess!
Using the abilities from "On Self-Cultivation," he controlled his soul and entered the dream of "Strongman" Miko.
Suraj had previously used this ability to observe the dreams of many people.
Everything went smoothly, and he obtained a lot of intelligence.
So he figured that spying on a fool—in retrospect, he himself was the complete fool—should be even less risky, and so he entered Miko's dream.
Actually, it was because he was too bored just wandering in the sky above the ship, and he wanted to kill some time.
But to his surprise, in Miko's dream, he saw horrors and strange occurrences unlike anything he had ever witnessed in his life.
Ahhhhh!
Just thinking about what he saw in his dream makes Suraj want to scream like crazy.
When facing the three-headed monster and the strange creature summoned by the merchant in the New World, Suraj showed no signs of the breakdown he had experienced then.
Do not!
How can these two things be compared to those damned things in a dream?
Damn! That's blasphemy and filth itself, the source of madness and fanaticism, ahhh, die, fuck!
Suraj quickly told himself to calm down.
Even when recalling it, he was still affected by the images from that time—"
That damn thing—its ability to shock and pollute the mind is just too intense—
But Suraj must continue to recall at this moment, otherwise he will be unable to write it down and record it.
Ah!
It is no easy task to sit still on a stool in a violently rocking ship and write legible words on paper.
Moreover, Suraj's mind was far from calm.
He was actually quite calm at first, but it was all because of this! Damn! Because of that dream!
The things in the dream were not simply imagined by Miko; no one can imagine such things out of thin air.
It wasn't just a dream, but a space constructed by some extremely evil and filthy, sticky, nameless being—just looking at the outlines and shadows of those things made one feel as if they could smell the stench of rotting sea fish.
Or rather, that dream is the boundary of that space.
Those things imprisoned and sealed in space are constantly trying to break through the blockade and gain freedom.
And it constantly harassed Miko's consciousness in his dreams.
My God, how is Miko not going crazy after enduring that kind of harassment?
No, he's gone mad!
No, that's foolishness, not madness!
No, I'm the one who's gone mad, haha!
Damn it! Damn it! Fuck—
As he looked at the increasing number of illegible, scribbled characters on the paper, Suraj's agitated state calmed down a little.
He picked up the paper and read it carefully.
"What did I write—"
Amidst the constant cursing and emotionally charged interjections, a brief account of the incident could be found.
"Ah—I..."
Sighing, Suraj twisted open the ink bottle with his hands trembling with fear, letting the quill saturate with ink.
Then I started to erase the useless information by crossing out horizontal lines back and forth.
As a result, the paper was covered with black patches, with only a few scattered words remaining.
Suraj took a deep breath and imagined that he had drunk a mouthful of water from the Mother River, which protected and purified his soul and mind.
Only then did he continue to recall and write.
Then it's about how he was discovered by those strange things in Miko's dream, and how that ultimately became the catalyst for those things...
They escaped Miko's dream.
And in order to hunt down Suraj's soul, it emerged from Miko's body.
Afterwards, Suraj, without a trace of manliness, fled back into his own body to hide.
Fortunately, those strange things did not reach Suraj's body; the evidence is that Suraj did not find any trace of them in his dreams.
As for where those things went, Suraj had no way of knowing.
And this is just the beginning.
Because of that foolish act, he lost track of time.
They neither awoke immediately nor observed the storm's movement from above the ship.
Instead, she simply fell asleep.
Suraj was only able to wake up when someone knocked on the door—the other person later said they had knocked on the door countless times.
That happened almost half a day later.
When Suraj stepped out of the captain's cabin, he realized what a terrible dance floor the midnight bitch had wandered into.
Like the black, spiraling storm of the Sky-Piercing Mountains, it encircled the tiny ship in the middle.
A small eye, like the sky itself, opens in the sky above the dome.
But it was still a thick, dark cloud, and various kinds of polluted gases.
The seawater beneath the ships was equally dark and deep.
It was even darker and deeper than the deadly waters of the River Styx, and the ominous aura was so strong it was almost pungent.
Huge waves crashed in from all directions without any pattern, and if one was not careful, the entire ship would be smashed to pieces.
Huge raindrops relentlessly fell from the sky, making people feel as if they had been punched when they landed on them.
The strong wind made it impossible for people to stand, and it blew their wet clothes in one direction, making them as stiff as iron plates.
And lightning would strike without warning, illuminating the faces of every sailor on deck in the darkness.
Of course, it is accompanied by its terrifying roar, which can shake the souls of the living.
Suraj wrote:
"Since that day, the situation on the ship has not improved at all, and has even gradually deteriorated."
There is no dry place on the ship, not even my captain's cabin.
"I slept on the damp boat all day, while the other crew members bathed in the water."
"The rain will submerge the ship, assuming that this tenacious and alluring bitch can escape other disasters."
"But we are still struggling, using our hands, which are already soaked in water, to keep carrying rainwater from the cabin onto the deck and then splashing it back into the water."
"But how long can this last? Everyone is at their limit, both physically and mentally, and the food is rotting rapidly due to the dampness. We don't have much food left to eat."
"The only good thing is, ha, we don't have to worry about that damn fresh water."
"But I insisted on coming to the Storm Sea. I had to come for my mission, for that faint hope. I have no regrets about it."
"But I shouldn't have been driven by my fucking curiosity to pry into that blasphemous existence, which led me to neglect the oversight of those two storms."
"This caused the midnight bitches to fail to avoid it in advance and accidentally enter the giant storm formed by their fusion."
"But I won't apologize to my crew. They were either paid to do what they were supposed to do for me, or they shared the same ideals as me."
This was the path they chose themselves, and they should have been prepared to make sacrifices long ago.
"The only thing I want to apologize for is that I have failed my mission, I have failed my mission."
"Friend, if you are fortunate enough to see this letter, please believe in these two pieces of advice I give you."
"Never underestimate the ocean and storms, so think twice before you attempt to conquer this stormy sea."
"And, whatever you do, don't let that damn, shitty curiosity blind you!"
Looking at the words that seemed to be a complaint, Suraj could hardly believe that this was his suicide note.
Oh well, probably no one will see this anyway, so let's just leave it at that.
Suraj picked up a bottle of alchemical potion, casually poured it at his feet, then rolled up the suicide note into a thin scroll and stuffed it inside.
He stepped onto the swaying wooden planks, walked out of the room, and onto the noisy, damp, and dimly lit deck.
Braving the sounds of wind, rain, waves, thunder, and the various desperate noises made by the crew, I walked to the mast.
Throw the bottle into the sea.
The bottle was swallowed up by the black waves in the blink of an eye, and Suraj was unsure whether it had been smashed to pieces.
But whatever, let it be.
Faced with such a massive storm, how else could he cope?
Do you really think you can get through the storm?
The ship's first mate walked up to Suraj: "Captain, what should we do? Many people have already given up."
"The water level inside the cabin is rising, but there are fewer and fewer people who can work, and the boat is not as flexible as before. It can only barely withstand the huge waves. The comb is also completely soaked and is not as strong as before. The strong wind could blow it over at any time."
"I don't know," Suraj said helplessly. "Do you really expect me to lead you out of here?"
The eye of the storm is already the most peaceful place in the storm. If he were to try to cross the storm, not only would it be difficult to say whether the ship could withstand the storm, but he also did not have the crew to support him in accomplishing this feat.
Back then, the captain was taking on water much faster than he is now, but this is not a technically demanding job.
If everyone can grit their teeth and fight to the death, they can get through this.
But the most crucial people are precisely those in technical positions.
The Midnight Bitch is a double-hulled sailboat.
Therefore, at least four excellent stunt experts are needed to meet the requirements.
Two top sailors, one top helmsman, and one top navigator.
Suraj is capable of being the navigator, but where can they find the other three?
Even if Suraj is not an excellent navigator, it is clear that the people currently in charge of sailing and cabin management are mediocre and not worthy of being entrusted with important tasks.
"How will you know if you don't try?" the first mate roared. "I don't want to die here, damn it, I haven't had enough fun yet!"
Be content.
Suraj looked at the former smuggler before him, patted the soaked wooden planks of the mast,
"To have this beauty buried with you is a kind of honor for you."
"It's not honorable for a whore to be buried with you," the other person shouted against the wind, "At least she should be a virgin!"
He's quite picky!
A mocking smile appeared on Suraj's lips: "Then you'd better find me some men. We're still short of top-notch sailors and helmsmen! These are the most basic requirements, otherwise our chances of survival are zero!"
The first mate fell silent. Having spent his life at sea, he clearly knew better than Suraj what kind of people were on this ship.
"That's exactly right, you simply can't find someone like that!"
The first mate angrily slammed his fist on the comb rod, sending up a large splash. "That—we can let Miko try it—"
A bolt of lightning struck, and Suraj quickly turned his head.
The burly man's face was illuminated by the lightning, turning it a deep blue.
"Boom!"
The thunder that came with the food was impacting Suraj's heart.
Suraj looked at Miko in confusion: "You?"
"Miko might be able to help."
"What kind of help do you need?"
"Take the helm."
"You can sail a boat."
"Miko knows, but Miko can't open it. But Aryan is in trouble, and Miko wants to help."
Aryan was the name Suraj used to give to outsiders at that time.
Miko's words were contradictory, but since he wanted to try, Suraj could only believe that he had the ability.
However, "We're still missing two sailors."
"It's alright," Miko suddenly said.
"What?"
"The sailors and helmsmen need someone to direct them in order to perform their full duties, but there is no such excellent commander on the ship."
Suraj hadn't considered this point; ultimately, he wasn't a good navigator.
"So what do you mean?"
"Since no one is giving instructions, Miko can make his own judgment. Although the effect will be less, Miko can adapt to the direction of the sails."
"So, you can sail the boat very well without anyone else directing you."
"Yes," Miko nodded.
"Since you are so confident," Suraj asked, "then why do you emphasize the importance of the commander?"
"Most people's command is indeed not as good as Miko's own judgment, but Miko has seen truly great command."
"The Navigator!"
The name involuntarily slipped out of Suraj's mouth.
"Yes," Miko nodded, "Henry is an unparalleled commander; his commands are precise and effective."
Suraj said no more and patted Miko on the back:
"Then Miko, go give it a try."
Suraj followed Miko to the driver's seat.
He ordered the cockpit crew, who was hunched over in the storm, to step aside and give Miko control of the cockpit.
Miko stood in front of the helm, breathing heavily.
What was he doing? Suraj wondered, as if he were determined to challenge something.
But if he isn't really as powerful as he claims, why should we be so afraid?
Suraj didn't understand.
Miko finally took action.
He stood ramrod straight, his strong hands outstretched, just as Miko's hands grasped the handle—
A look of dissent suddenly appeared in his eyes, followed by a wide grin:
"Hahaha--""
Suraj had never seen Miko smile like that before, and couldn't help but ask:
"What are you laughing at?"
"Miko can sail the boat! So he can survive!"
Miko smiled, his eyes narrowed, water streaming down his face—perhaps more than just rain.
"Miko can keep the Midnight Bitch alive!"