For an African, most of what you hope for will disappoint you.

Even if the thing you hoped for arrives, it is always uncomfortable to deal with it. For example, it is not pleasant to pump the air alone, or to guarantee the minimum for ten consecutive times, and even the guarantee is not pleasant at all.

With the weather like this, what’s wrong with raising your finger? As for striking it with thunder!

Allen smoothed his charred hair, blew out a puff of black smoke, and turned into a drowned rat in the blink of an eye.

Surrounded by a doomsday scene, he grinned with big white teeth.

In sight are giant waves tens of meters high, violent heavy rain, black clouds pressing down on the city for days and endless terror, and something that could destroy the world at any time and bury a naval warship under the deep sea...death.

for a chance of survival.

"Colonel, we made the right bet."

He hugged Gion and shouted loudly in her ear.

Miss Colonel suspected that Allen was taking advantage of the opportunity to play rogue, and she had evidence.

The rain is very cold and the body is very hot.

But what the heck!

She also wanted a hearty hug to relieve her nervous mood. She was not afraid of death, but she also didn't want to die.

Their faces were close to each other, and the breath in their ears seemed to suppress the wind, thunder and rain.

After a while, Gion pushed Allen away: "Don't be too happy. We still have to survive in this sea area. The next step is up to you."

"It's an honor to be supported by you."

…

…

I don't know when the wind and rain stopped, and the sky returned to its normal appearance, as transparent as glass.

Blue is really blue.

Red, really red.

The sun has turned red.

Allen was lying on the deck, almost exhausted from exhaustion. Next to him was the colonel lady, who also had little image. Her hair was completely wet, there was a bruise mark on her fair arm from being grabbed hard, and her big white legs were stained with water.

Don't even bother with the stains after they've faded.

The handsome shawl of justice is draped over the body, covering the ups and downs and a little leakage of spring light - if the light of the headlights is not covered, even if there is only a little leakage, it will be dazzling enough.

Farther away were exhausted and frightened naval soldiers.

The transport ship had run aground, two of its three masts were broken, and a large hole was broken into one side of the hull. All the materials placed in the cabin were soaked by seawater and lost their intended function.

Despite this, they survived.

Allen turned his head: "Colonel, you said before that if we can survive, what will we do next?"

"I didn't say anything. It's our luck to survive. It's just that we earned it." Gion did not answer directly and changed the topic, "Let's take a look at where we are here first. The ship has run aground. We need to save ourselves first and then repair the ship.

"

After finishing speaking, she stood up, straightened her plump pomelo without Allen's eyes, wrung out the soaked navy shawl and put it on her body.

"Everyone got active. We just saved a life, but we can't ensure complete safety. The chef went to prepare food, and the others were divided into three groups."

The colonel lady regained her dignity as a captain and arranged her work in an orderly manner. "Daven Geer is in charge of the first group, and you lead people to clean and inventory the cabin; Rabehoff is in charge of the second group, and finds ways to repair the ship;

I put Gao Guang in charge and led people to check the topography and sea currents to determine our location."

Miss Colonel worked vigorously and resolutely. At this time, she didn't care that everyone was actually very tired. In fact, she was not sure whether she was completely out of danger, but she was used to preparing for the worst.

This is a good habit, at least Allen thinks so.

He secretly drank a bottle of [Energy Potion], and as the cool and slightly bitter potion went down, his physical strength began to slowly recover.

Like the thirsty land being moistened by moisture, or like the rusty machine being lubricated with oil, Allen felt like he had been given a new lease of life.

Gion looked at him at this time: "Eren, go to the commanding heights of the island and look around to confirm whether we have escaped danger temporarily."

A ship requires many professionals, such as those who know navigation, those who know weather, those who know medicine, those who know ship repairs, those who know cooking, etc.

Because no one knows what accidents may occur during the voyage, having more talent reserves will always help you to be prepared.

Allen now also has a part-time job, that is, as a lookout. The telescope made by his glass fruit is much better than the navy standard.

If we continue to develop in this direction and build optical telescopes, I wonder if it will continue to distort the world's technological tree.

The thoughts in his heart did not affect the movements of his hands. Allen raised his hand and saluted: "Yes, Colonel. The Colonel is wise and decisive. He is really a woman and a man, which makes people heartbroken."

I got a look from the colonel lady.

Allen was so thick-skinned that he didn't care at all. He accepted everything as ordered, then stepped forward and whispered: "Remember to change into dry clothes, otherwise you will be taking advantage of others, which is not good."

Before the colonel could react, she had already jumped off the deck, leaving only ripples in the air as the air was crushed.

The desert island is not very big visually, only a few kilometers in diameter. The island is higher on one side and lower on the other. When you look at it, there are bulging peaks, about tens of meters in diameter.

The trees were not tall or dense, and Allen easily reached the highest point of the desert island.

His physical strength had recovered to the point where he stood on the bare boulder, raised his hand to create a telescope, and Allen began to observe the surrounding scene.

First, from the direction of the stranded ship, a hole was opened in the colonel's room. Allen seemed to have seen something extraordinary and slightly raised his flag to show respect.

But Gion had already put on clean clothes and couldn't see anything.

It's a pity... A big pomelo, big and white, must taste great.

Seeing that the colonel seemed to be aware of it and turned around to look through the hole, Allen quickly changed his gaze and continued to explore the environment on the sea as if nothing had happened.

If the place where the ship sank is is the front, then the other side is the back. In this direction, the small mountain peaks have been eroded by the sea water into cliffs tens of meters high.

A bay is formed, with a thin layer of fine sand on the bay and blue and transparent sea water next to it, which is a good scenery.

There is not much else in this world, but there are countless beautiful places on the sea. There is neither pollution nor much trace of human interference. Every island has good beaches and clear water.

Allen's eyes looked further away again, his expression frozen on his face.

On the sea surface was a man who, although he looked embarrassed and was actually very embarrassed, could never make Allen laugh.

Even if that person can only swim on the sea with a piece of board, even if his hair is all wet and stuck to his head, even if his face with many wrinkles can't hide the fatigue.

He still grinned and said silently: I see you again.

You don’t have to play with me like this, right?
Chapter completed!