Wow!

　　 The winch rolled, the iron anchor was launched into the water, and it touched the hard surface at a depth of less than 20 meters, and stopped with a click.

　　 Karen glanced at the label on the iron chain, frowned and walked to Lorraine: "Captain, the depth is 17.2 meters. If you stop for too long, the Golden Deer is in danger of being shallow."

"The Golden Deer doesn't need to stay here." Lorraine looked at the assault boat slowly launching, "When we get on the boat, you will drive the boat away and keep it at a relative position one kilometer outside the ice peak...Remember to pay attention to the floating ice. "

　　 Keren nodded solemnly.

　　 After a while, Yacharin commanded the assault boat to lean on the side, and Lorraine, Henna, and Daniel disembarked one after another. The Golden Deer retracted its anchor and drove slowly away from the dangerous sea with only one stern.

　　 The distance was more than 500 meters. The oarsmen struggling to paddle up, the small boat swung over the calm sea leeward, and slowly leaned on the gentle **** of the iceberg.

　　 Lorraine was the first to jump out of the boat, stepping on the icy water, and together with the two sailors, struggling to drag the boat to the shore.

　　 The stranded ship is not far away. It is a small Slup sloop, only about ten meters long, lying crookedly on the ice.

　　 This type of ship is mostly used as an offshore fishing boat. It is easy to operate and has a small space. Therefore, there are not too many people on board, and naturally there are few materials on board.

　　 Henna couldn't help but feel a little strange: "How can such a small boat run up to the Atlantic Ocean?"

　　 "It's not far from Iceland. Maybe they were just fishing near the sea and stranded for some reason. That's why they drifted here with the iceberg."

"what reason?"

　　 Lorraine stunned: "For example...it's too dark?"

A discussion like this kind of speculation is naturally impossible to have any results. A group of people walked carefully to the side of the ship on the smooth ice surface, and found that the wind lamp on the mast tip had long gone out. The so-called firelight was nothing but the shadow of the sun reflecting glass. .

　　 The junction between the ship's side and the ice surface is covered with condensed crampons. These claw marks firmly embed the bottom of the ship on the iceberg, and remain motionless despite the wind and rain.

　　 Lorraine helped the ship's side to make a circle, and found a huge stubble on the keel of the bow of the ship. He tore a huge hole in the bottom tank, and even the ice surface near the fracture was frozen to pits.

　　 Obviously, there has been a fierce collision here.

　　 He sighed and straightened up: "I hit the keel at high speed and broke the keel. This is the main reason why she is stranded here."

　　 Henna jumped onto the ship's side, squinted her eyes and looked around: "Everything on the deck is frozen. Lorraine, they have been here for a long time."

　　 "Not unexpected." Lorraine shook his head, "Acharin, check the cabin with Hannah to see if there are any survivors."

　　 "Huh? Me?" Acharin pointed to his red nose, "Captain, didn't you bring a ship doctor?"

"Are you afraid?"

"What's so terrible about a broken fishing boat!" Yacharin tried his tongue, propped up his arms and turned over the side of the ship, then took out the double guns, dinged twice, and pulled the hammer away. "In order to meet the beauty, I can I haven't even been afraid of the black back group in the yard!"

　　 After the big talk, he looked at the frost-covered hatch on the deck and swallowed hard: "Miss Jezra, ladies first?"

　　 "Coward." Henna jumped off the deck and pushed the hatch a few times, only to find that she couldn't open it.

　　 She turned her head, her aquamarine eyes fixedly looked at Acharin, without speaking or suggesting.

　　 Yacharin was so embarrassed that he jumped down, holding his double guns, and slammed his foot on the hatch.

　　嘭 There was a muffled sound, what if the cabin door was missing, and the rear eaves of the cabin were startled with two screams.

　　 Two black bird shadows shot into the sky, shocking Acharin, and subconsciously pulled the trigger.

　　 Boom! boom!

　　 Two gunshots sounded like thunder, and the startled bird flew farther in a panic, as if it was about to run away from home and never plan to return.

　　 Lorraine looked at his embarrassed gunner with dumbfounding.

　　 "Slap-sized birds, black feathers, white bellies, short wings, colorful beaks...Two Icelandic sea parrots can scare you like this, Yacharin, have you really joined the army?"

　　 Yacharin was crying: "Captain, was I scared by a bird?"

　　 "Is there a difference?"

　　 Lorraine really didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he turned up the cabin by himself, holding the doorknob slowly and hard.

　　 The freezing of the cabin door loosened little by little under his huge force. When the hatch first saw a shake, he seized the opportunity to suddenly exert force, clicked, and broke the whole door.

　　 "It's easy, isn't it?"

　　 Lorraine and Henna walked in together.

　　 The cabin of the boat is not big, the objects in it are scattered, mostly metal parts, and no furniture is seen.

　　 A man and a woman hugged and slept in a corner, blond, fair-skinned, dressed in heavy clothes, and there was an extinguished brazier nearby.

　　 They were frozen to death a long time ago, their stiff bodies maintained the same appearance they had before their lives, the man held the woman, and the woman cuddled up to the man, looking calm.

　　 Henna briefly checked, and shook her head silently at Lorraine.

　　 "There is no identity verification thing?"

　　 "Nothing." Henna handed Lorraine a small axe without a handle. "Even the handle of the axe is gone. It seems that they have burned out everything that can be removed."

　　 "That's a shame..."

　　 The rescue ended in failure. Lorraine ordered the sailors to chip away the crampons embedded in the ship's hull, and everyone joined forces to push the Slup sailboat back to the sea.

　　 Sea water rushed in quickly along the crack in the keel, and the boat drifted farther and farther, sinking deeper and deeper as it stepped on the waves.

"Icelanders are descendants of Vikings, and you are fishermen on the sea. When you go, Nooton will accept you. There is no cold. You can still hug and sleep and enjoy peace." Lorraine prayed softly, "Good night, stranger……"

　　 Seeing off the deceased, the search and rescue team returned to the Golden Deer in a small boat. Lorraine only boarded the deck and suddenly heard two croaking bird calls.

　　 The sound of the bird is very familiar, Toya Charin's blessing, he was fortunate enough to hear it not long ago.

　　 This made him feel ridiculous.

　　 "The two sea parrots actually came to our boat?"

　　 Karen who greeted him rushed into the stern cabin and said, "I didn't know where it came from, but stopped on the porthole of Carmen. I was not afraid of strangers at all."

　　 "Carmen didn't scare them away?"

　　 "How surprised? As soon as Carmen reached out~lightnovelpub.net~, they hit the snake and stopped on Carmen's arm. They were like pets kept by people, not like wild birds."

"Maybe they are really pets..." Lorraine smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Make a nest for them outside the restaurant. It's too far away from the land. Even if you drive them away, they won't have enough power to fly back to Iceland." , Will die half way."

　　……

　　 After a wonderful fate, the Golden Deer joined two new crew members, the sea parrots, in the high latitudes outside the mid-Atlantic ridge.

　　 They settled down outside the dining room in the stern cabin, and Carmen gave them names, Jenny and McCarthy.

　　 The name of the pair comes from a hearing before they went to sea.

　　Jenny was originally a female textile worker in the Southampton countryside. Because of the steam workshop, she was expelled from the workshop and lost her job.

　　 In order to retaliate against the capitalists, she and her admirer McCarthy planned a robbery of the Southampton Bank vault.

　　 The reckless plan failed. They grabbed the money, and then they were shot dead at the bank gate without any suspense.

　　 I heard that when the security team fired, McCarthy tried to block the gun for Jenny.

　　 Carmen felt that this emotional episode was especially in line with the monogamous and unswerving living habits of sea parrots, so he gave them the name, praised their love, and condemned them for being unreasonable in forcibly boarding the ship.

　　 The little birds like their new names. The male is Jenny and the female is McCarthy.

　　 After this encounter, the Golden Deer set sail again, cut into the mid-ridge, followed the 1600-kilometer wide submarine mountain range to the southwest, and continued to head towards the warm Caribbean Sea...

　　 The long road, long.