When the Queen picked up the "hungry" soldiers on the ship the next morning, Alex was not on the spot. He was in the chart room, and the deputy captain was drawing information on a large Pacific chart based on the longitude and latitude of the storm centers reported by a stack of telecommunications.

He saw Alex walk in and report to him, and when he bowed, he lifted his body from the huge table. He hurriedly returned a gift and handed over the two yards and parallel rulers. "Now you can mark the locations of these storms," ​​he said, and then went to work on the other. The old officer was as shriveled and short as Major General Thomas, the dean of the Naval Military Academy, but the two felt completely different. If Major General Thomas was like a yellow copper pea, he was like an rivet on the deck of the ship. The years of wind and sun might make it a little smoother than other people, but it does not mean it would be shaken or broken.

He was promoted from the lowest-level sailor to this position step by step. Although he studied in the military academy for a while, he could even be said to have a somewhat irritable and rude manner. His habits were not affected by many rules and regulations. To be specific, except that he was unnatural in front of Alex on the first day of boarding the ship, his attitude towards this noble intern officer was like treating those new sailors on boarding the ship, without any difference.

Apart from the captain, he probably only commanded Alix to work like this. "Young people do things very carefully." He commented and added: "And it's not too stingy." Because Alix didn't vomit on the first and second day of the boat, the cold tomato soup he ordered the kitchen to prepare was completely useless. Although the military doctor had a spray or injection anti-smoothing agent, the old sailor still insisted that ripe tomatoes, fresh raspberries and orange juice were the best medicines - these were good things, and in order not to waste, he had to drink them all by himself.

"After lunch today, you use a sextant to measure the height of the sun," said the deputy captain to Alix, who was busy marking the position with neat red squares. "Let me be responsible for pressing the stopwatch. You can also try astrological observations at night and compare the position you measured with the position I measured."

He supported his elbows on the bulwark and enjoyed the pleasure of unexpectedly getting relief from tedious affairs with satisfaction. He knew that Alix would reliably mark the location of the typhoon warning, compile the code, wash and iron the clothes... He was a diligent child - because there was an extra crown prince on the ship, the depression that the Queen could not participate in any middle and high-level operations was eliminated.

He took out the cigarette, but accidentally landed it into the sea before igniting it. His gaze followed the tiny lost object tightly until the changes in the waves attracted his attention. The cold wind cut off the tips of the waves like a knife, rolling up white waves. The deputy captain observed for a long time with doubts, and a sense of inexplicable shrinkage surged in his heart.

The former was very unhappy when the captain and the deputy captain walked into the chart room. The cruise was very smooth. He saw that he could send the crown prince back to the land in another day so that he could put the heart that was always hanging in the air to rest. However, according to the deputy captain's advice, they would take a long detour - the Virgin Mary knew what would happen in the two extra days and two nights.

They debated quietly for a long time, and finally the captain said, "Can you be sure? There must be a typhoon?"

The deputy captain was silent for a while... "No, I can't be sure." He said helplessly.

When they walked into the chart room, they were ordered to finish their work temporarily. Alix, who was waiting in the lounge outside, could still easily hear all their conversations even through the solid and thick door. He gently pressed his chest, and the Alexander stone beating regularly like the heart of a living person.

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Because there were almost thirty people on the ship, the cabin needed to be re-arranged. Of course, there were no strangers around Alex - the number of officers living with him increased to 3. The space was not large before, and the space seemed even more urgent. But since they were soldiers, there was nothing to complain about. Anyway, the weather has become colder recently. The four people can warm up together.

So at 2:20 am, accompanied by a vague curse, it suddenly hit the original location of Alix. More than one unlucky person.

When they hurriedly got up, they leaned backwards to stack them on the other wall in a ball of fixed beds on the other wall - "Damn it! At least 30 knots (wind speed. 1 knot = 1.852 kilometers)!" One of them muttered, reaching out to grab his uniform hanging on the wall. No one could sleep with the shaking so much. Moreover, the officers might be summoned at any time...Arix quietly slid down from the back of the upper bed before they noticed his ground - he just stuck it tightly like a gecko to avoid too close contact with the living humans. He slowly put away the "Medieval Naval Records" he was reading in detail. Then he put on his coat and shoes fixed in the box. He put on a hat - he was already wearing a shirt and trousers.

Some people poetically describe the swaying of the boat as the mother gently pushing the baby's cradle. But this mother is sometimes too rough - it is more like a furious little girl. The more rapid the wind sounds, it screams. The "Queen" is a toy it uses to vent its anger. A large amount of deep black sea water is stirred by its invisible fingers. The waves are more fierce than the other, and the waves are sometimes to the left and sometimes to the other.

Right. It seems that they are controlling their power and never made up their minds; and the Queen is pounding up and down or swaying left and right in these erratic waves. At first, people tried to turn the rudder towards the bow of the starboard ship. As a result, the huge wave suddenly lifted the flight deck at the front end of the ship. The ship turned to the port side; the helmman quickly turned the rudder again. The port side was controlled. As a result, the starboard side entered the next wave again. The bow turned to the starboard side again...

At four o'clock, Alex and his partner put on a life jacket and climbed onto the deck. They started working today. The air pressure had dropped to 29.57. The indicator value continued to decline. The wind speed continued to increase. The wind speed broke through 45 knots, 55 knots or even 60 knots that morning. The scene of the ground in front of Alex almost made the undead think that he had returned to the Chaos Sea of ​​Ferenland (a unorderly chaotic place). The sea surface was occupied by strong winds, huge waves, heavy rain, and thick fog. The stormy waves hit every part of the battleship. When the water splashed, the sea water poured down like a rainstorm. It hit the deck with a bang. It seemed that it was not water but stones. Hundreds of feet outside the ship. The gray wave peaks of the waves turned into white fog walls.

They patrol for about an hour or two, and a wet sailor found them, saying that the captain asked Alex to go to the command room-the current wind speed was at least 70 knots, and people could no longer stand in the wind, and the people on the deck lay down and firmly grasped the rope; it was very likely that a wave would sweep Sardinian's only crown prince into the sea, and now the command room located inside the bridge is the safest.

The sailors were also moving closer to the bridge, which was safer than the empty deck - they carefully grasped the various devices of the bridge and moved to both sides of the bridge.

The hull swayed, slowly tilting towards the side where Alix was—a bridge ladder squeaked at the same time. In a few seconds, with a sharp sound, it fell down to Alix and the others along with the sailors trying to climb the bridge. Alix could clearly see the face that was pale in despair. The sailor grabbed the handrail of the ladder tightly, but futilely, and watched it bit by bit away from the smooth shell of the bridge. When the last welding point broke, he turned his head to look at the waves below, staring in horror, widened his mouth, but could not scream.

Yalix and the captain moved away to the sides in a very tacit understanding, and as the heavy metal objects passed by themselves with their temporary parasites, they both reached out to grab the unlucky guy—the only success was Alix, who grabbed one of the sailors' arms, and then several others took the opportunity to drag him back—where the sailors who watched nervously gave their happy cheers.

At this time, the hull began to tilt in the opposite direction, and the waves as thick and tall as the castle walls slapped on the bridge without hesitation. In the water curtain that was enough to block all the sight, a rash guy reached out and suddenly pulled Alix, who was lying on the outer wall of the bridge, into a narrow passage. The captain was still a few feet away from them. He had to wait until the hull tilt stopped and then slowly moved over.

He carefully turned into the poorly lit place and saw two people wearing fluorescent life jackets sitting and standing in the dark corner, "What happened?" he shouted.

"He was too careless and a little hurt," said Alex with a smile. "You'd better come to his companion." - Although the Salieri family and Agnelli have temporarily compromised each other to the point where he can't kill the idiot immediately, this does not mean that he can't pre-recharge some interest at some point - especially when someone "delives to his door."

The captain nodded hesitantly. The injured person's face was very strange. He should be the target of their rescue this time. He was one of the Marines. He had blue eyes. Even in the dim light, he could see the surging waves inside, which was not worse than the one outside.

"This is a good thing you did, right?!"

When the captain left, Anto immediately stared at Alex. He didn't believe the high-sounding statement in the newspaper at all - information and information about Alex, especially in the past three years, was almost ruined by him - this vicious bastard has his own purpose no matter what he does, and his purpose will never harm himself and benefit others! Just like he was deliberately pulled in by himself just now... As soon as he was out of everyone's sight, this monster who was good at disguise let go and beat him up happily! - This is what he wanted to do!... The only thing worth being happy is that he would no longer be inexplicably afraid of being incoherent when he saw this non-human.

"Ah... are you talking about that?" The undead laid on the wall, admiring the huge waves of up to 70 feet outside - so far, for all the most ambitious creatures - human creations, the stage of this plane is still a bit too big. In fact, a typhoon, a small, rapidly rotating air in an inconspicuous corner of the sea, could put a 32-ton frigate in a nearly desperate situation.

"It's a pity that this is not my strength." The Undead narrowed his eyes, stretched out a hand to the strong wind and waves, and then grabbed it hard. "Not yet," he emphasized.

The regret and desire in his tone is unprecedentedly sincere, strong - no one can doubt that he can get everything he wants... and use it without hesitation.

The hull trembled in the wind and waves, like Anto's heart.

Your own enemies are not just an immortal monster.

Still a real madman.

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