Dreamland Guide

There is an additional file named "church" in the Ghost folder, all of which are in English. But this is not a problem for Aoki. His English is very good, so good that he can even understand some English slang that does not belong to this era. Although he is also baffled by the fact that he knows many foreign languages, it is not a bad thing anyway.

The document in the file is indeed Captain Church's diary, but the diary is not long. It stands to reason that the captain likes to write diaries after going out for so long. I don't know if the diaries are too broken and difficult to repair after being immersed in water, or they have only left so many after filtering out the useless information.

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Church's Diary One

The winter in New Zealand is not very cold. Look, my first officer, Anderson, only puts a vest over his shirt, and his sleeves are rolled up high, revealing the same bronze skin as his face. But I know that this is not the case with him. He is white!

He went fishing again with a fishing rod and bucket. To be honest, his fishing skill is not very good. His method of fishing is only suitable for fishing in a small boat in Venice. This is the sea, and the fish in the sea are not as gentle as the river. But what Anderson doesn't listen to me is that he likes to use his small pole and keg to sit on the reef or ship's side by the sea like a dying old man. I know that he doesn't care if there are fish, he just enjoys that feeling. Don't look at him like an old kid. He is an old sailor and has a wealth of experience going out to sea. If he wasn't so keen on fishing, I think he would have been a captain long ago! Rather than being my deputy to this day, maybe I will be his deputy!

We have been in the Port of Oakland for two weeks, the Discovery was filled with oil and some new equipment was added. The reason why we have not left is because we have to wait for an important person-the captain of the scientific expedition team-Mr. Stephen Robbins.

I don't know how sacred this gentleman is, but the whole ship is waiting for him. He must be a great person. But I don't care whether he is a saint or a god, I just hope he has a good temper, and don't keep a face like Mrs. Larry who has already boarded the ship, like everyone owes her two hundred pounds.

Of course I know that the Discovery is a scientific research ship, and the people who come are scientists and professors. I respect them and wish them good luck. But on the ship, they have to listen to me about sailing at sea, otherwise everyone will get into big trouble.

To be honest, I am not satisfied with the name of this ship. Isn't the Explorer the name of an aircraft? I can't remember whether I went to Mars or Pluto, but it must be a child released by NASA. I think it’s better to name a sea ship after a navigator, such as the Magellan or Zheng He. The names of these heroes who have conquered the ocean are enough to deter all the monsters in the sea. And the Explorer? It seems that what we are going to is not the sea, but the starry sky, another universe, my God, why do I have a faint anxiety? What's wrong with me!

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Church's Diary 2

How prosperous Auckland looks! If I hadn't sailed in the Pacific all the year round, I would never believe that the whole of New Zealand is actually just an island. Of course, compared to where we are going now, New Zealand Island is big enough.

In the past few days before leaving the Port of Oakland, I have been observing my crew and trying to have a good relationship with them. You know, we have to spend many days on the boat together.

The destination of our trip is 1,750 nautical miles away from the Port of Auckland. It will take at least 6 days for the Discovery to get there. This is still under the blessing of Poseidon. However, the voyage on the sea has never been so smooth, just like today, it suddenly snowed. This was nothing at all. The Meteorological Administration of New Zealand told us not to worry. There will be no severe weather in the next few days within 300 nautical miles outside the port of Auckland, just a cold stream of snow.

But what we are going to is a faraway place 1,700 nautical miles away. Fortunately, we are all scientists on board. They got in touch with the US Meteorological Administration and proved that the weather along the way will not be too bad in the future. However, this large-scale cold snow still affects everyone's mood. No one wants to leave. Of course, they don't want to go back to the Port of Oakland to hide, because the return of the voyage is not a good sign for a ship about to sail.

It’s not easy to see snow on the North Island of New Zealand. I heard that it often snows on the South Island, but I don’t want to go there. It’s close to the Antarctic Circle. There are often ice floes on the sea. It’s not pleasant to sail there. Things.

We temporarily docked the Discovery at Fitzroy Port. Compared to Auckland, Great Barrier Island is much smaller. There are no prosperous coastal cities and busy docks, except for the dark reefs, there is only a vast ocean at a glance. The snow here is very different from Auckland, let alone compared to the faraway continent.

We watched the snow all day and everyone was very excited.

Yes, the snow scene on the sea is fascinating. I have seen blizzards raging in Siberia and Alaska, I have seen snow soft as a woman’s skin on the banks of the Thames, I have seen the hard and sonorous snow on the Alps, I have seen the wet snow that melts in my hands in southern China... but never Which kind of snow fascinates me like the snow on the Pacific Ocean.

When the large group of cold currents and low clouds are blown by the wind, the bright sunshine, blue sky and the spectacular cold currents cloud each other. The snowstorm on the sea ahead is like a huge velvet shawl hung down by the gods, dancing in the strong wind, and if you turn your head slightly, there will be sunlight breaking through the hole of flowing clouds, revealing a large blue sky.

The clouds spread low on the sea, and floated over our heads like a witch's blanket. Large swaths of snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on the sea, glowing brightly, and miraculously disappeared. The people on the boat screamed excitedly, like a child touching a Christmas gift from a stocking, even Mrs. Larry, who has always been unsmiling, grinned. Only my first mate Anderson is different, and he actually put it out at this time. His fishing rod and net bag sat on the side of the boat to catch fish. I told him, Anderson, you are too horrible. Anderson said that this is the unity of nature and man. I think that except for thunderstorms, he can't dispel his idea of ​​fishing at any time.

The snow is getting more and more, flying all over the sky, blocking our sight, leaving only a blank piece of white between the sky and the earth. I asked the crew to go back to the cabin, because the winter in the South Pacific is usually not too cold, so everyone doesn't wear much. I'm really worried that they will get sick. Being sick during the voyage can be a headache for time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But Mr. Robbins said, let them stay a while, for the sake of God!

I know that they are all scientists, they do not lack medical knowledge, and there are enough medicines on the ship, so I said that's okay, but everybody must give me a bowl of **** syrup in a moment.

This is the method taught to me by an old sailor from China-if you get sick from the cold and wet at sea, at the beginning, immediately use **** and brown sugar to make a bowl of soup and drink it. It would be better if you could add a little pepper. NS. This ancient method is very useful. It has helped me and my crew through difficult times countless times. Even if you are not sick, it can also help you warm up, and the effect is better than wine.

By the time I wrote these words, the snow was still falling. Everyone's excitement seems to have passed, and they have already returned to the cabin to rest at the moment. Only Anderson still fished there, although he didn't catch any of them. And Mr. Robbins, who came to the deck from time to time and looked in the distance, looking a little worried.

I told him, sir, you don’t have to worry, as long as one day is delayed, our itinerary will not be affected.

Mr. Robbins said, no, I'm not worried about the schedule, I just think that this cold flow of snow is too strange.