Deep Sea Embers Chapter 296: The White Oak set sail again
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In the southeast pier area of Prand, a beautiful white steam turbine ship is undergoing its final readiness inspection.
After a long berth, the White Oak is finally ready to set off again. This time, it will carry many entrusted items from the city-state of Pland, pass through the central route and the northern route, all the way north , via Cold Harbor, to the Frost.
This is not a short voyage, but for a specially modified exploration ship designed for fast round trips in the ocean, this route, which is mostly located in safe sea areas, is not a big challenge——Strong The powerful steam core will ensure the surging power of the ship, and the newly renovated shipboard church is also sufficient to protect the safety of all crew members.
The busy sailors on the shore and on the ship looked quite relaxed.
In the machinery cabin at the rear of the White Oak, the chief engineer and assistant mechanics are supervising the sailors to complete the final preparations for the steam core.
This powerful machine is as large as a house, and is fixed to the main support structure of the hull by a strong steel frame. It consists of three spherical containers arranged longitudinally and a series of complex structures surrounding the containers. It is composed of pipelines, valves and linkage devices, and an iron suspension bridge is suspended on the half waist of the three containers, which is used for sailors to check the operation of the steam core and perform necessary maintenance work.
At this moment, several sailors were busy on the iron suspension bridge. They opened the heavy hatch of the spherical container, took out a few dull metal rods that had been exhausted, and took out a few forearms. Thin, nearly one-meter-long light golden metal rods are fixed on the slots inside the hatch, and the mechanism is activated to send these metal rods into the center of the container.
This is a catalytic medium made of boiling gold. They are the source of the powerful power of the steam core and one of the important guarantees for the stable operation of the machine. Just like the priest's prayer and incense ceremony in the distance of the steam pipeline, the steam core The boiling gold medium inside can also resist the invasion of certain forces to a certain extent, preventing the machine from being suddenly "evil" after a long period of operation.
The creaking sound of the pulley blocks and hinges was constantly heard, and the operation of two sailors seemed a little rough, and the burly and bald chief engineer immediately shouted: "Be careful! Don't touch these boiling gold catalysts!" It’s broken, this thing is as soft as a bread stick, if you break one, the captain will eat you!”
"If you mean the breadsticks baked by Chef Finley—then you should worry about the chute and tenon in the steam core not being damaged!" The sailor on the drawbridge laughed, but While talking poorly, he still made his movements cautious.
"Bring them all."
"Where are the keys at home and the amulet for going out?"
The wife was silent for a while, and exhaled softly: "Your medicine."
After an unknown amount of time, she sighed softly: "Okay, then be safe and come back early—don't run into any messy things again."
This is a letter from Morris, delivered this afternoon by a courier covered in green flames.
After a long silence, Lawrence picked up the bottle of potion, and after several seconds, he opened the small cork.
……
"The captain will come," said the chief engineer, then paused and repeated as if for emphasis, "the captain will come—he's not retired yet."
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"Don't forget your medicine." The wife repeated.
"It is good to bring a large prayer book."
The strong taste dissipated in the mouth, and the figure of his wife quietly dissipated in the sunlight.
Lawrence didn't respond. He just silently adjusted his captain's uniform in front of the mirror, checked his meticulously combed hair, and solemnly picked up the hat on the side, and put it on his head before gently He breathed a sigh of relief.
After finishing the day's work, Frost finally returned home before evening. He opened the door, took off his coat, and the first thing he did after entering the living room was to slump down on the chair in a very disfigured manner. Sighed deeply.
The sender is Brown Scott.
"Well, he wants to deal with these things." Frost said as she waved her hands and walked upstairs.
"It depends on whether the client and the church agree," round
The captain shrugged, "Half of the warehouses on the White Oak are ordinary sealed rooms, and many of the things we shipped this time were holy materials and semi-finished products ordered by the church. These things are sensitive. Yes, there must be a list of supplies sent to the ship——Before the Gray Crow, a **** brought a barrel of mead on board privately, which caused the seals on the ship to loosen, and two shadows ran out and killed half of the ship. The people of the boat..."
Speaking of this, he breathed out, shook his head and sighed: "It's really not easy to make a living on the boundless sea."
"When we get to Heidi, I have to suggest to the captain to buy a batch of high-quality boiling gold catalysts from the local area - the boiling gold there is as cheap as the stones on the ground," the assistant mechanic muttered to the side. A woman in her forties or fifties, her arms are as strong and powerful as a man's, and her work clothes are stained with oil. "The procurement channels of the Adventurer's Association are too dark."
"Let the lady take a rest, the lady is dealing with weird and bizarre nightmares and nonsense sailors today," Frost slumped on the chair, and waved her hands weakly, "There is a ship on the boundless sea where a mechanical accident happened. There was a malfunction, and they were stranded in the open sea for nearly twice as long as planned, and several sailors were **** and carried off the ship—it was a disaster.”
"I hope." Lawrence sighed helplessly, turned away from the mirror.
The mother quietly watched her son go downstairs, and then she looked away, scanning the letters in front of her.
"I have it too," Lawrence bent down and picked up the large suitcase at the door and patted it. "There are also a few pages of handwritten prayers and the sacred candles from the cathedral."
"I know, so I'll give the captain a suggestion when the time comes," the assistant mechanic waved his hand, then frowned slightly, "But speaking of it, the captain doesn't seem to be here yet—he's usually not late."
".....going to Mengzheng, there is nothing to see along the way, only the large ice floes and the distant cold fog that are often seen on the sea are interesting...
"I'm going out." Lawrence responded softly, and then followed the psychiatrist's instructions, dripping a few drops of medicine into his mouth.
He looked up at Martha and saw his wife still leaning against the door frame, looking at him with her arms folded, just as he remembered.
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The wife opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something else, but Lawrence turned around with a smile on his face: "I've got them all, and I'm not too old to forget things."
"...Nina was doing homework for the winter vacation in the restaurant today, and a strange shadow ran out of her textbook, and everyone beat it up, very...
This letter is from Heidi.
"Water bills, electricity bills, gas, all kinds of bills -- messy things," my mother said casually, with a calm tone, "It was all handled by your father before, but now that he happens to be out, I will handle it."
The mother was sitting by the warm fireplace and sorting out a few letters. When she heard her daughter coming home, she turned her head slightly: "Big girl, pay attention to your image—ladies don't do that."
On the small table at the door, a large brown glass bottle was quietly placed there. The sunlight shone on the bottle, and the clear texture of the liquid in the bottle could be vaguely seen.
"Well, it's true," Nina pouted, and finally got up from the chair with all her strength. She walked towards the stairs, but suddenly stopped curiously, "These letters are... ..."
The letter bears the common incantation of the God of Wisdom to prevent outsiders from seeing its true content.
"...After lunch, the captain went fishing again, you know, this kind of fish——it was struggling very hard this time, it was a thrilling scene, the captain said that the vigorous fish tastes delicious better, but I didn't actually taste the difference..."
The old woman smiled~IndoMTL.com~ put the letter aside temporarily, and picked up another letter that had just been opened.
Nina's lips trembled slightly, and her eyes moved to the side little by little.
"Did you bring everything?"
Lawrence froze and stopped.
Most of them are indeed bills.
The old captain who has been wandering on the boundless sea for half his life tidied up his own things
He sighed softly before going out, picked up the suitcase, and left the house.
The old woman looked at the familiar handwriting with a smile on her face: the mother raised her head from the letter: "It sounds really bad, so you can't be paralyzed like this, go upstairs and take a bath, let yourself first Calm down, the bath water is ready."
But there are two more real letters - one of them, from places that the world can hardly imagine.
The wife watched him quietly, without words, without endless complaints, only long staring, and silence.
"I've brought them all, I haven't forgotten."
"It's time for you to retire," the wife leaned on the door frame next to her with her arms folded, and looked at this side with an unfriendly expression, her eyes were as sharp as back then, "Don't wait until I get on the boat and grab your ears, you can Realize how serious your situation is.
"Bon trip," he mouthed.
Lawrence silently plugged the lid of the medicine bottle, opened the small suitcase, put the remaining medicine in a corner where it would not be bumped, and muttered while arranging things: "This psychiatrist is a fool. ...that stuff is bitter to death, how can there be any herbal aroma."
"Thanks, Martha, but it's time for me to go," the old captain whispered, "The White Oak is waiting in port."