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In the early morning, there was fog and a Southeast Wind.
A Luxury Yacht emerged from the thick mist, moving slowly with the Current. The bow sliced through the waves, splashing water that dampened the sides of the boat, refreshing droplets hitting their faces, the coolness seeping into their hearts.
Cao Zheng stood in the cockpit, his expression serious as he gently swayed the helm, continuously adjusting and correcting their course. Behind him, Dai Wei and Qianqian leaned over a table, spreading out a Sea Chart made of copperplate. A compass lay beside them as they measured and discussed in hushed tones. Fog on the sea was not a good sign; visibility was limited, forcing Cao Zheng to slow down to a snail's pace, hoping the sea breeze would disperse the mist quickly.
In the distance, the cries of seabirds could be heard. The blue Sea Surface was clear and cold, stretching endlessly around them.
"Is the direction correct?" Cao Zheng exhaled slowly, fixing their heading while maintaining a sluggish speed. If it weren't for the ripples on the Sea Surface at the stern, one might not even feel the yacht moving.
Dai Wei stubbed out his cigarette and scratched his head. "It should be fine."
"It should be," Cao Zheng frowned, leaning closer to compare their route with the compass. He muttered, "There’s nothing wrong here."
"We haven't found any issues yet, but the fog is too thick. We can't pick up speed today with this Southeast Wind; it's easy to be thrown off by the current." Dai Wei lifted his teacup to moisten his throat and said, "There are too many hidden reefs near shore. Why don't we drop anchor and wait for the fog to clear before setting sail?"
"What do the others think?" Cao Zheng had the same idea but preferred not to make decisions unilaterally. It was better to discuss with everyone before making a final call.
Dai Wei shook his head with a wry smile. "I asked Song Jiu and Old Wu; they both said to let us handle it."
This had been an agreement established by Song Jiu and Wu Wentao when they boarded; both were completely inexperienced with sailing. It was best for such novices not to interfere with those who were knowledgeable. The four of them had experience, so it was more reassuring to leave everything in their hands.
"What about Xiao Meng?" Cao Zheng nodded, glancing through the Porthole. On deck, several young men and women were enjoying the sea breeze. Yang Xiaomeng had mentioned needing to use the restroom two hours ago but still hadn’t returned.
Qianqian tied up her short hair, revealing her sharp features, and smiled helplessly as she pointed towards the stern. "She's playing mahjong with Song Jiu and the others."
Laughter echoed from the aft deck as voices mixed with the sound of wind and waves, creating a lively atmosphere.
Last night, while Pockmarked Girl and others were cleaning up that messy Sleeper Cabin, they unearthed a boxed set of mahjong from beneath a mountain of trash. While other garbage was carelessly tossed into the sea, they left behind this piece of cultural heritage. That evening, instead of rushing to set sail in poor visibility, Cao Zheng's team needed time to familiarize themselves with the yacht after it had drifted away from the Coast. In this new environment, they had no time to rest; they needed to clean up the cabin and check all equipment and machinery one by one. Over twenty people busied themselves throughout most of the night until they finally cleared out both inside and outside of the yacht. By the time they crawled into their cabins for rest, dawn had already broken.
Cao Zheng's team was full of enthusiasm and planned to set off early in the morning; however, thick fog descended unexpectedly, seemingly unwilling to lift anytime soon, wasting their eager spirits.
Most of the others were spending their first night at sea, unable to sleep soundly as symptoms of seasickness began to emerge. The imagined journey of blue skies, white clouds, and bikinis quickly shattered. Wails and retching sounds echoed throughout the boat, with many feeling dizzy and disoriented. The more astute ones sought out Dr. Zhong early on for medication, while those who had already succumbed to nausea could only huddle in the restroom, clutching the toilet and dry heaving, determined to endure until they got used to it.
Dr. Zhong was frazzled; he hadn't had time to find seasickness medication before leaving, and the few remaining antibiotics in the medical kit were utterly useless. In desperation, he turned to Chef Jia for help, hoping this woman with a wealth of life experience could devise a compromise to alleviate the vomiting epidemic on board. Chef Jia was busy in the kitchen, tinkering with her pots and pans. As a chef, any place with a kitchen was her domain. After hearing Dr. Zhong's predicament, the usually quick-witted Chef Jia could only shrug helplessly, indicating that she was at a loss.
"I came looking for you earlier in the night to get some medicine but saw the long line outside your door, so I left," Chef Jia said with a wry smile as she set down her work. "Let everyone suffering from seasickness go up on deck for some fresh air; they shouldn't stay in the cabin."
"Oh."
"That's what Dai Wei said; seasickness can only be overcome."
Thus, the deck became lively.
At first, those afflicted by nausea sat together in groups to vomit, but soon they realized that it was bad enough to be sick themselves without having to watch others do the same. The space on the yacht's deck was limited; seeing one end of the boat from the other made it impossible to avoid spreading the stench throughout. So, all those suffering from seasickness gathered at the aft deck, agreeing among themselves that if they could hold it in, they should; if not, they should at least make it to the restroom. Anyone who vomited on deck would have to clean up after everyone else's mess.
With this system of rewards and punishments in place, everyone managed to restrain themselves somewhat. The cacophony of cries gradually diminished as faces turned pale and eyes bulged in mutual supervision without mercy. In reality, most had already emptied their stomachs; any further retching would only bring up bile and water. They felt as if their insides were all crammed together, and with a loud groan, it seemed like their intestines would burst forth from their throats.
At this critical moment, the nominal captain Song the Official descended from above, casually carrying a set of Mahjong tiles onto the aft deck. With Yuan An's help, he set up a table and dumped all the tiles onto it.
Song Jiu was fortunate; his seasickness symptoms were mild. As long as he controlled his mouth and refrained from smoking, he could adapt to the swaying of the boat. While others wailed through half the night on deck, Song Jiu figured this couldn't go on forever. He borrowed Mahjong tiles from Pockmarked Girl with the intention of distracting those feeling nauseous; playing Mahjong would undoubtedly be an excellent pastime.
It turned out that Song Jiu underestimated Mahjong's allure.
The vomiting crowd became fully engrossed in their game at the table; gradually, retching sounds faded away while shouts of winning hands filled the cabin again. More and more people flocked over upon hearing the commotion; even hidden among them were local gambling enthusiasts who jumped into action one by one—Yang Xiaomeng being one of them.
What had initially been intended as a distraction for those feeling ill transformed into a full-blown community event. Aside from Cao Zheng's trio and Jiao's Young Couple who managed to stay at their posts, everyone else responded to the call; even Song Yao couldn't resist joining in on this unexpected fun. Lao Cao and his companions had no choice but to endure their duties while enjoying some lighthearted moments together; meanwhile, Jiao Ziqian took advantage of this rare opportunity for private time with Ying Dou Dou.
Jiao Ziqian wandered around the yacht and noticed that everyone was mostly on deck. Excitedly rushing back from the drinking area with a basin of clean water, he quickly shut the curtains and locked the door behind him. "There's no time like today; let's make things happen right now!"
"Ah," Ying Dou Dou stared blankly at Jiao Ziqian's actions, momentarily stunned.
Jiao Ziqian moved swiftly—within moments he shed his clothes and soaked a towel to wipe himself down haphazardly before jumping onto the bed like an eager dog pouncing on its prey as he pinned Ying Dou Dou down playfully saying, "Are you going first or shall I?"
Ying Dou Dou's face turned red and she pushed away Jiao Ziqian's rough hands. Unexpectedly, today Jiao Ziqian was possessed by Teddy. She was surprisingly thick-skinned and pulled her back again. She couldn't help but use the clothes-breaking technique. * *, strip the girl naked. Staring at the mutton-fat jade, his eyes almost bulged out of his sockets, and his anger was welling up. He had forgotten all about caring for her and cherishing her, step by step. He sucked and licked, and couldn't stop at all. "Ah Ziqian, wait a minute." Ying Dou Dou's cry was interrupted by Jiao Ziqian. He covered her mouth with one hand, and the other hand was not idle, sliding down her body, that anxious look Jiner looked like an old bachelor who hadn't seen a woman in decades, and his domineering manner revealed vulgarity, which made Ying Dou Dou feel itchy. After the cave, the two of them basically had no private space. They usually just held hands and talked to each other. Ying Dou Dou had almost forgotten the dew in the cave not long ago. Now Jiao Ziqian is full of firepower, and the small electric motor has revived again. Where is it? Ying Dou DouCan resist. The fire stirred up the dry wood. It is not easy to extinguish this thing when it is burning. Ying Dou Dou struggled hard for a while, and was finally defeated by Jiao Ziqian's offensive. He simply stopped blocking it and completely relaxed and let it pick. When you let go, you enter the state very quickly. The small cabin is filled with an ambiguous feeling of spring. You gasp and moan gradually, and your whole body becomes increasingly hot. "Farewell" Amid the chaos, the remaining clarity of Ying Dou Dou prompted her to reach out and stop Jiao Ziqian who was about to attack. Jiao Ziqian Just as he was about to raise his gun and mount his horse, he couldn't help but be startled when he saw this. He leaned down and looked at the flushed girl in front of him. His heart trembled and he wondered if he was too impatient. Ying Dou Dou smiled like a flower, put a lip print on his cheek, and said in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "Not today." Jiao Ziqian was startled, then reached down and touched it, the fingers were moist, gently twisted, and wiped The dark red fainted, and most of the burning orc fire was extinguished. "" Looking at Jiao Ziqian's slumped face, Ying Dou Dou was thankful but also a little regretful. He blinked his eyes and moved his body to get in. Jiao Ziqian was still in a daze, when a sudden burst of damp heat enveloped him, and he felt a layer of prickly heat all over his body, and he screamed uncontrollably. The flame that was about to be extinguished ignited again, Jiao Ziqian turned over and lay down, all the pores in his body were opening and closing with excitement, his body was shaking like a rocker, and his breathing became more and more rapid. Ying Dou Dou He poked his head out from under the quilt and took a breath. His face was flushed and he smiled charmingly. He removed a few curly hairs from his lips with his fingers and said shyly, "Okay." "Okay, okay." Jiao Ziqian took a deep breath, thought of something as soon as his eyes rolled, smiled cheaply, took Ying Dou Dou out of the quilt and pressed it under him. Without waiting for the girl to say anything to stop him, he turned her over with his arms. "What are you doing?" Ying Dou Dou panicked. "Sing a song across the river to the flowers in the backyard." Jiao Ziqian spat on his hands, opened Ying Dou Dou's buttocks and wiped them, straightened his waist, and walked straight in. "Ahhhh it hurts Jiao ZiqianYou bastard" Song Jiu Holding a water cup and climbing onto the boat, it's time to eat at noon. I didn't sleep well last night. You two should take some time to rest. "
"Well, you too," Luo Yu replied, suddenly remembering something. He called out to Song Jiu, "Go check the cabin. The girl you brought back has been down there the whole time."
"Oh."
Luo Yu shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "There's a language barrier. Fang Fei said she's not in a good mood. You brought her back, so you handle it."
"Alright." Song Jiu stared at Luo Yu for a moment, who turned his head away and offered him the back of his head.
Song Jiu went down from the top of the ship, planning to stop by the control room first. He leaned over the ship's railing and glanced at the stern deck, just in time to see Qianqian and Wu Wentao walking back together.
"Stop the ship; we'll set off again once the fog clears," Song Jiu shouted with his neck craned.
The two looked up at the sound. Qianqian cupped her hands into a megaphone and called out, "Come down; we've been looking for you."
"What's going on?"
"The radar has picked up something."
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