The Cursed Ship

"Thug..."

"Thug..."

"Thug..."

Ciro pulled the rope himself, but it didn't work, and the diesel engine still wouldn't start.

"I'll give you five minutes to fix it. If you can't fix it, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the fish!"

Ciro stared at the pilot with a fierce look in his eyes and said.

...

"What happened to Ciro's ship?"

The other teams kept advancing at a low speed, paying attention to the modified armed ship more than 1,000 meters behind.

In the darkness, they could only see the flashing searchlights of the armed ship and the flashing red signal lights, but no information came out.

The distance between them and the armed ship is obviously slowly increasing. The lights get dimmer for every hundred meters.

"I have a bad feeling!" Zheng Yang said suddenly.

Seyulari was guarding the signal light, and replied after hearing the words: "What?"

"There may be danger ahead, I don't think we should go any further!" On the destroyer, Bender said the same with a solemn expression.

"My lord, we can't see the situation beyond 500 meters ahead!" The captain reported.

George said to the signalman: "Sign out to ask if we should stop going? I feel bad!"

"receive!"

...

"Zheng Yang, the Bourbon family and George all expressed that they had a premonition that something was wrong!" Seyulari said.

"Sure enough, there is a problem. This is the powerful intuition of the extraordinary!"

Zheng Yang scanned the situation forty nautical miles ahead with his cunning eyes. When he looked ahead to the left, he noticed something unusual in the movement of the waves.

"Spiral? Damn, big whirlpool!"

Zheng Yang was shocked. The vision they had been most worried about had finally come across. No wonder the magnetic field here was so chaotic that electronic equipment would fail.

The spiral seawater movement appeared forty nautical miles away, indicating that they were not far from the strong eddy current area, which was around twenty nautical miles, or even shorter.

"There is a sea vortex at forty-five degrees in front of the left, and the safe distance is within ten nautical miles."

"Turn right sixty degrees and charge at full speed. Seyulari, signal!"

Before Zheng Yang finished speaking, he had adjusted his direction and accelerated to bypass the front of the destroyer. Don't look at ten nautical miles as if it is a long time, if counting the movement of sea water, they will soon be drawn into the strong eddy area.

Why don't you run quickly and wait to take a bath in the sea whirlpool?

"Great whirlpool?" Bender and the captain's faces turned green.

"How did he see it? Even if the sky is bright, it is impossible for him to see the sea beyond ten nautical miles!" The captain doubted himself.

"Don't care how he sees it, turn around quickly, turn right sixty degrees, follow him, full speed!" Bender almost growled.

No wonder he always felt that there was danger ahead, no matter how Zheng Yang saw it, he firmly believed it now.

One by one, the signal soldiers rushed to shout to the rear.

No way, the phone and walkie-talkie are useless at this time, and the people in the engine room have to manually refuel. They can only pass on the instructions in this most primitive way.

Zheng Yang's Chuantou flew past George's eyes at a frighteningly fast speed.

What was even more frightening was the sign language on the signal light. After hearing the signalman's translation, George's whole mind exploded.

"Turn right quickly and follow at full speed!"

George nearly grabbed the wheel and steered it himself. The other extraordinary people and staff also turned pale, and quickly sent a message to the cabin.

The diesel engine, which was originally idling, slowly increased its speed after manually pulling the accelerator to increase the oil supply.

Kelinna was still paying attention to Ciro on the right back, when she heard the interpreter from the signalman, she froze for a moment, her pretty face turned pale, and her hands and feet were cold.

Seeing that the galleon ahead had disappeared, and the destroyer had completed its turn and was accelerating, she roared angrily:

"Follow up, idiot, do you still need me to give orders at this time?"

...

The same scene played out on every boat. Facing the big vortex, no one can calm down, this time it is a real dick.

On Shiro's boat, the diesel engine was finally started. Immediately afterwards, he saw his hands stumbling into the cabin, bringing the news of the maelstrom, and he was instantly struck by lightning.

"Quick...quick..."

Ciro pointed at the pilot with trembling fingers, signaling him to speed up.

Before encountering the maelstrom, everyone was a gambler with a bachelor mentality, or thought they were the son of destiny, so they would not encounter that kind of danger. In the end, I realized that my mentality was actually very fragile.

All the ships were like frightened birds. When Xi Luo at the back finished turning and began to accelerate, Zheng Yang was already five nautical miles away, disappearing below the sea level.

At full speed, the spirit boat can run one nautical mile in a minute.

Zheng Yang didn't even get distracted to see if the other ships were keeping up. He kept staring at the direction of the maelstrom, judging whether he was keeping distance.

Only then did he come to the conclusion that he must reach a speed of over 30 knots in order to get rid of the drive of the sea water. They were closer to the strong vortex area than they expected just now. Although the nearby seawater has not yet formed a vortex, it has actually been engulfed by the seawater and brought to the sea vortex.

It can be seen from this that the central width of the sea vortex is at least ten nautical miles, the vortex area will reach about ten times the central width, and the peripheral strong eddy area exceeds 30 nautical miles.

The scope of influence of this great vortex is close to three hundred nautical miles in diameter, which is simply terrifying.

At this time, Zheng Yang dared to reduce the speed to 40 knots and distractedly looked at the ships of other teams.

The speed of the destroyer of the Bourbon family is around 33 knots, and the modified destroyer of the Canney family should have strengthened the drive, but instead reached 42 knots. What surprised Zheng Yang was that the medium-sized supply ship also ran at a speed of 32 knots.

The other yachts also showed their advantage in speed, all running at a speed of around 40 knots, surpassing the Bourbon family and running in the middle of the team.

When Zheng Yang found Xi Luo's modified armed ship, he was silent.

With just one glance, he already judged that Ciro's team couldn't escape. The reaction of the modified armed ship was too late. In the past few minutes, it had been taken away by the sea for three nautical miles and entered a stronger eddy area. And its speed will definitely not reach more than 30 knots.

Even if Zheng Yang went back to rescue at full speed now, it would be too late for him to catch up with Xi Luo for at least ten minutes. Even if he was in the area at that time, he would not be sure to drag him away.

From a strange perspective, although the modified armed ship is struggling with all its strength, it is still slowly being brought to the vortex area.

"Sorry!"

Zheng Yang silently retracted his vision.

Regardless of whether Xi Luo is good or bad, there are more than a dozen grassroots transcendents in his team, as well as a few ordinary staff on board the ship, including men, women, old, middle-aged and young.

However, even if the spirit boat can dive now, Zheng Yang will not take the risk to dive into the sea vortex. Who knows what's going on below, and what's dangerous.

Mrs. Witt caught up slowly, and the fleet kept driving in this direction for three hours. The electronic equipment on board was able to work normally, and then they slowed down and waited for Bender to replace some burned out capacitor elements.

Several ships communicated with each other using light language. Since there was no satellite positioning, they could only roughly calculate based on the principle of increasing relative speed. The current position had deviated from the scheduled route by about 70 nautical miles.

Another five hours passed before Bourbon's destroyers and supply ships slowly caught up.

It was already after nine o'clock in the evening, and according to the scheduled plan, if there was no major vortex, they had already arrived at the target island four hours ago, and now they had to sail overnight.