Sailing for a few days, the wind is sunny.

　　 The Golden Deer sailed from Westport in Southampton, along the coastline of the British Isles, across the Isles of Scilly, and sailed into the turbulent Celtic Sea.

　　 She was full of sails, raised her bow high, galloping through the endless blue sea, and drove to the vicinity of Iceland within a few days.

　　 After the initial excitement and panic, everything on the ship began to be in order, and every sailor was able to proceed step by step.

　　 150 sailors were divided into six groups equally, doing five rests and one. Except for one group, they were exceptionally capable, and the rest were mixed combinations of old and new.

　　 They did most of the work on the ship.

　　The most important thing is to operate the ship, which is rotated in one group every six hours, four groups a day, responsible for sailing, steering, observing, direction finding, recording hydrology, and observing the climate.

　　 The two groups that do not need to operate the ship will work and take a rest.

　　 It’s the turn to rest. It’s the turn of the chores to take care of re-sail, knotting, carrying, cleaning, and most importantly, to help Wang Ye’s kitchen.

　　 In contrast, the life of seafarers is much easier.

　　 Wang and Pierce are also in charge of cooking, Noah is in charge of psychological counseling, and Daniel is in charge of inquiring and prescribing medicine. The rest only need to rotate on the ship on a daily basis.

　　Lorraine, for example, he is resting today, and now he is holding his white ears and fishing cross-legged on the high stern deck.

　　 is in the trade wind belt, even if the Golden Deer doesn't hang all the sails, the speed is still eight knots.

　　 The fishing line thick with the index finger was let out, and the hook that fell was as big as a fist, chasing the boat back quickly.

　　 It seems that there are only two kinds of fish that can really be caught in this state. Dolphins or sharks are very difficult, but Lorraine doesn't care.

　　 He didn't really want to catch something.

　　 He fished, just because once he put on a fishing posture, White Ears would lie in his arms particularly well-behaved.

　　 This is the only way known on the ship to prevent the little guy from harming the kitchen cabin, cheating...

　　 Fishing for sharks, dozing off, warm and sunny, and salty wind refreshes the spleen.

　　哐哐哐哐哐哐哐哐!

　　 Pierce wearing a chef hat knocked the lid out of the stern compartment, knocking and shouting: "Lunch, gentlemen! The three groups continue to stick to their posts, and after the meal, the four groups enter the rotation!"

　　 Lorraine stood up with a smirk, and the swift movement made the bewildered white ears startled.

"Meow?"

　　 "The battle to lure cats is over." Lorraine grimaced with his white ears, stretched his waist and yawned, "Little things, do you know if you have enough food and clothing? You have to learn to catch mice."

"Meow!"

　　 Sailor Restaurant is open.

　　 Today’s lunch includes black bread, pastrami, sour radish, and a large cup of clear green leaf soup for each person...that is, green tea.

　　The tea is fragrant and the fine leaves stretch.

　　The sailor who was eating a meal looked at the tea with a sad face, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Wang, it's the old rule. You have to swallow it with the leaves?"

　　 "What leaves are trees? What leaves are trees!" Wang Ye banged a spoonful on the sailor's forehead, "The pot is serious Biluochun!"

　　 The sailor grinned and forced curiosity: "That naked spring?"

　　 "Dongting Biluochun in Daqing, high-grade green tea. Both the captain and the ship doctor said that it can prevent scurvy."

　　 "This rotten leaf is actually the mysterious oriental green tea? Can it cure scurvy?"

"How about?" Wang also sipped, "A pot of tea is worth fifteen shillings, gentlemen! You have three meals a day, which is equivalent to drinking the captain's two gold pounds every day! If it could not cure scurvy , Depends on you, can it be done?"

　　 The sailors were immediately excited.

　　Ocean sailing, scurvy is the nightmare that sailors fear most.

　　 The origin of this disease is unknown, and there is no cure. Once you get caught up in the disease, you will have to kill half your life even if you don’t die.

When Columbus sailed around the world, the sailors on the ship were almost wiped out because of scurvy, and then Da Gama, Francis, Amerigo...every great navigator has experienced the painful days of being entangled by this kind of demon. .

　　The sailors tried various methods to cure the disease, but to no avail.

　　 Until 1753, the Royal Navy surgeon Mr. James Lind finally discovered that the disease was related to diet and experimented with a reliable method of treating the disease with citrus fruits and fresh vegetables.

　　 Just know that Gui knows, but the situation has not improved much.

　　Fresh vegetables are not easy to keep for a long time, and the price of lemons is extremely expensive. Even His Majesty George III is reluctant to purchase large quantities for his sailors. In ordinary ocean-going merchant ships, the most commonly used treatment is still prayer.

　　 Just kidding, pray if it works, why do you need a doctor!

　　 In view of this, most sailors who choose to participate in ocean voyages will write suicide notes for themselves, and they usually hide them in small corners of the cabin together with the lemons sneaked on board.

　　 They never expected to receive protection from the Chamber of Commerce. Even if everyone knew that there was a box of lemons stored in the cargo hold, they felt that it was the first aid supplies Lorraine had prepared for themselves and the seamen.

who knows……

　　Who knows...Two pounds a day!

　　Emotional people have tears in their eyes, and impulsive people scream up to the sky.

　　 They poured the tea, chewed the tea, and kept shouting the holy name of God in their mouths.

　　 Thank God for the development of an angel among the pagans, and he was willing to let this angel descend on the earth and give them endless care!

　　 Almighty Lord!

　　 Lorraine shook his head and walked in, startled by the frenetic scene of the crusade in the restaurant.

　　 "Pierce, when did we start eating and praying on board? It's just a meal, and there are people crying?"

　　 Pierce coughed awkwardly: "Well... Wang also told them the market price of this batch of tea."

　　 "Market price? Didn't tell them that this batch of tea was soaked in sea water? Is it half sold and half free?"

"No……"

　　 "That's good." Lorraine smiled at the king beside him, raised his hand and patted the Taoist on the shoulder approvingly.

　　 The Taoist priest had a ghostly expression on his face: "Captain, on your sleeve...Why do the white ears bite you?"

　　 "It..." Lorraine shook the little black cat on his sleeve helplessly.

　　……

　　 The ocean life is boring and boring, not to mention that Lorraine took the high-latitude route recorded by Nasbalt, rather than the relatively popular low-latitude route.

　　 There are almost no other ship shadows on the route. The only thing that can be used to adjust eyesight is those icebergs that occasionally float on the water.

　　Iceberg is a big deal.

　　Like reefs, they often have only the tip of their peak out of the sea, and their huge volume is hidden under the water, like a floating island running across the course.

　　 Once there is no timely dodge~lightnovelpub.net~ the sinking of the ship is almost inevitable.

　　 Lorraine was personally punishing White Ears with tuna, when he heard a shout from the deck: "Fifteen kilometers ahead, iceberg!"

　　 When the warning sounded, Karen and Yacharin ran out of their cabins and shouted loudly: "Pause changing of the guard, four groups are on standby, and the deck is on standby!"

　　 The sailor who was called hurriedly swallowed the food on the plate and rushed to their respective posts.

　　 Lorraine also stood up, stuffed half of the tuna in his hand, frowned, and said, "Arrange for lunch to be on duty. This alert will take at least two hours. You can't leave the sailor hungry."

　　 Iceberg...

　　 More than half an hour later, Lorraine saw the iceberg on the bow.

　　 The quiet blue mountain peaks are tall and straight, at least 20 meters above the sea, the side facing them has a steep slope, and the side facing them is gently flat.

　　A water iceberg of this size means that the floating ice underwater may be as big as an island.

　　 In order to be safe, Lorraine ordered the Golden Deer to leave the wind belt, left the rudder fifteen, and lowered half of the sail to move slowly.

　　The huge body of the Golden Deer draws the outwardly inclined waterline, and Karen raises the stern sail, hands-on the sail, trying his best to stabilize the hull.

　　The iceberg crossed in front of them, and Lorraine saw a stranded boat on the back of the mountain, with a small wind lantern hung on the mast, and the light of fire was faintly visible.

　　 Henna said softly: "He is asking for help."

　　 "I saw it." Lorraine moved his arm, "Go around the wind, lower the sail, anchor!"

　　 "Right full rudder, sail slowly!"

　　 "Henna and Daniel will come with me to save people, Yacharin commanded the assault boat, and Acting Captain Keren, waiting for us to come back." Lorraine sighed, "I hope...it's not late."