Feng Ye quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind and finally made up his mind.
"Brother, do you know any islands nearby that are good for sheltering from the storm?"
This was his first time in this area of the sea, and he didn't know where the islands were or how far away they were.
Feng Xuan had been sailing with the Harvest for a year and frequently came here, so he was very familiar with the area.
He glanced at the GPS device, and an image of a small island immediately popped into his mind: "There's an island over there; we can go there to take shelter from the storm."
As he spoke, he pointed to the left front.
Is it far?
"It shouldn't be far, at most a dozen kilometers."
"That's good."
Feng Ye felt somewhat relieved.
It's only a dozen kilometers, a flight of a little over an hour, and we can reach the shore before the typhoon arrives.
When the time comes, everyone will go to the island to take shelter and wait for the typhoon to pass before leaving.
Although this will take some time, it is undoubtedly much safer than bracing for the typhoon at sea.
Feng Ye immediately adjusted the course and headed towards the island that Feng Xuan had mentioned to the left.
At the same time, he contacted Xiao Zhaojun and told him his decision, instructing the Harvest Ship to also head in that direction.
The sky was already extremely dark, as if night had fallen prematurely.
The torrential rain raged wildly, as if the sky had collapsed, showing no sign of stopping.
Fueled by the gale, the waves became even more turbulent, crashing relentlessly against the Dong Sheng and Feng Shou ships.
The two ships, like two lonely leaves, struggled to move forward amidst the turbulent sea and towering waves.
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