One Thousand Four Hundred and Seventy-Seven An Ominous Premonition

The hull of the ship was shaking violently, and round coconuts were rolling around in the cabin. All the bugs on the ship were extremely frightened. Many of them had stomachs churning, vomiting, and their faces were a bit pale. pinshu.com

Every one of the bugs on the ship, no matter who is singled out, has experienced the severe test of blood and fire. Needless to say, the experience of being captured by aliens and then transformed into bugs is an experience. A nightmare that ordinary people can never understand.

It can be said that all the more than sixty bugmen on the ship are considered elites, but having said that, there is not a single bugman in the team who has had similar experiences. Faced with the shocking power of nature, many people said in horror I was speechless, the only thing I could do was pray, pray loudly and devoutly all the time!

Perhaps the only difference is that everyone prays to different gods.

Another gust of wind blew, and the sailboat tilted sharply to the left. The insect-men in the ship were crowded together, almost squeezing out their intestines.

There was a bug man on the deck who didn't tie himself up properly and slid directly from the right side of the deck to the far left side. If the bug man hadn't hooked his legs on the railing, he would have had to throw himself out of the boat.

The sailboat didn't recover until it almost capsized.

After nearly dying, even the insect-man who originally did not believe in gods could not help but pray to the unknown existence, praying for a smooth passage through this natural disaster.

Suddenly a cry came from the crowd: "Sail, the sail hasn't been lowered yet, lower the sail quickly!"

Many people woke up from a dream and shouted to lower the sails quickly, otherwise another strong wind would capsize the ship and everyone would lose their lives here.

Just as John was about to rush out of the cabin, another voice roared at the top of his lungs: "We can't lower the sail, lower the sail and we're finished!"

John's steps that he had already taken suddenly froze in mid-air: "What do you mean?"

"This is an old ship!" the voice roared. "It's going to die if it gets caught in the storm!"

There was no beginning or end to what he said, but everyone understood what he meant.

The ship is still on the edge of the storm. Although the wind is stronger, the waves are not so violent.

On the other hand, the closer to the center of the storm, the stronger the wind, and the intensity of the waves follows the wind. If the sail is lowered, the speed of the ship will also decrease. At that time, the ship can only drift with the current. If the center of the storm is heading this way, If you go in the right direction, the boat will definitely not be able to escape the storm. For such a small boat, if it gets caught in a storm, you don’t know how it will die.

This sentence immediately won a burst of approval.

Another voice immediately retorted: "If you don't lower the sails, you will die now. How can you not lower the sails when the storm comes?"

These words aroused the agreement of another group of people, making John not even know what to do.

At this time, someone finally proposed a compromise: "Half sail, lower half sail!"

"Yes, half sail, but lower the half sail!" The insects finally found the correct answer and shouted one after another.

At this time, another strong wind blew, and the poor sailboat tilted sharply to the left. Everyone had the illusion that they were about to fall into the abyss.

The huddled insect-men let out frightened and long-lasting screams. Their voices were so full that they could be compared to the most professional bel canto singers.

After a while, the ship righted itself, and the horrified crowd immediately heard the roar of lowering the sails. Even the most stubborn insect man had to lose in the face of a life-and-death crisis.

John was the first to rush out of the cabin, followed by several soldiers. They took advantage of the bugs, tightly latched onto the side of the ship with their strong insect legs, and used every available opportunity to get close to the sail.

The main sail of this sailing yacht could have been raised and lowered with an electric motor, but the boat's battery had long since expired, and all the equipment that required electricity were laid out. They were all replaced by manual equipment by John, so at this time, the insect man could only do it manually. Lower the sail.

Unfortunately, bug-men have six legs, and spider-men have eight legs, not counting the two arms on the half body.

The multi-legged insect body took advantage of the swinging deck, which could stabilize the insect man's body to the maximum extent and had little effect on the insect man's speed. John and others braved the strong wind and the waves that kept hitting the deck,

He grabbed under the mast as quickly as possible, quickly untied the cable, and planned to lower the bulging sail.

But John underestimated the power of the wind. As soon as the cable was untied, the sail turned into a flag fluttering in the wind. If John hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and quickly released his hand, he would have let the cable pull to the sky.

But this was okay. The loose sail couldn't catch the wind at all, and the sway of the ship instantly dropped by 90%. It was much more stable before.

"Go back!" John roared, and everyone ran back and returned to the cabin smoothly.

Several soaked insect men got into the cabin. You looked at me and I looked at you. I don’t know who was the first to laugh. The others looked at the embarrassed appearance of their companions and couldn’t help laughing.

The bugs who hadn't left the cabin looked puzzled and didn't understand what they were laughing at.

Carter said in time: "Quickly change out of the wet clothes, and if the cabin is crowded again, no one can be left outside!"

Due to the limited space in the cabin, a dozen bugs who could not enter the cabin stayed on the deck. Even if John and others rushed out of the cabin, no one rushed in to escape the wind and rain.

"What should I do if there is no place?" a voice said weakly.

"There's no place to think of a solution!"

"I can lie on the ceiling!" Spider-Man said.

"Why didn't you go just now?" a voice questioned.

"It was shaking so hard just now." Spade explained, "I can also use spider silk to hang other people from the ceiling."

"It's settled!" John made the final decision, "Call everyone on the deck in... No, leave one person to watch, and change people every hour!"

John didn't know what the point of arranging people to guard the deck was, but he instinctively felt that at least one person should be left on the deck.

As time passed, the wind became stronger and the rain became stronger, but after the sail failed, the hull was indeed much more stable. Even if the wind was getting stronger, the shaking amplitude was within the tolerance range, and there was no more dangerous state of almost capsizing.

The storm lasted much longer than everyone imagined, and it was just about to end after six days and six nights. Fortunately, the heart of the storm never moved in this direction. The insects who had struggled in the sea for more than 140 hours finally waited for the long-lost sunshine.

After the sun jumped out of the clouds, everyone rushed to the deck and bathed in the warm sunshine. Everyone's heart was jumping with joy of surviving the disaster.

John was no exception. He was closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of the sun, and the crowd suddenly became agitated.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Rand who was separating the crowd and approaching him.

Seeing Rand's expression, John suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

"We are lost."

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