The wind and waves were getting bigger and bigger, and they didn't know how far they had gone, but by this time Uncle Wu was exhausted.
Everyone on the boat was tossed about for a distance.
I feel like I've never encountered such big waves in my entire life at sea.
Everyone felt increasingly frustrated, realizing how insignificant humans are in the face of nature.
Uncle Wu watched as another giant wave crashed in front of him, a wave that was at least 10 meters high.
Once the waves crash down, their little boat might not be able to stay afloat.
She cried out in a slightly frightened voice.
"Everyone hold on tight, if things get dangerous, jump ship."
Although jumping ship wouldn't guarantee survival, there was no other good option at this point. Just as he finished speaking, a 10-meter wave crashed down.
The small boat rocked gently as it faced the raging winds and waves.
Just as Uncle Wu had imagined, the moment the giant wave crashed down, he was already on the ceiling, and the entire ship had capsized. He knew it was all over.
Everyone closed their eyes and clung tightly to the nearest object. They knew that if the ship capsized in such a storm, what would be the final outcome? Everyone knew.
Just as everyone closed their eyes and silently prayed, a small voice was heard.
"I'll take the helm."
A small hand pushed away Uncle Wu's hand, and Uncle Wu felt as if the rudder he had been holding tightly had suddenly been snatched away.
The other person didn't use much force, but they still managed to easily push me aside.
Uncle Wu opened his eyes wide and saw only the little kid, who was firmly holding the helm.
I don't know what happened, but just now I was on the ceiling, and then I suddenly slammed my butt down onto the floor.
He looked at the little kid with some surprise. He was so small, his height was almost too short to reach the rudder.
The child actually found a stool to stand on. In such a strong wind and waves, the stool could easily have been blown away, but the child stood there steadily.
My feet felt like they were nailed to a bench.
Strangely enough, the ship seemed to be being pulled around by a giant hand, spinning steadily through the storm.
Even he was somewhat surprised by the level of stability, as if the wind and waves outside had no effect on them at all.
Seven has already put a talisman on the rudder, although it is still swaying now, unlike when the talisman was first put on and completely avoided the wind and waves.
But now it feels a bit like a ship rocking, but definitely not much.
Everyone was now staggering, exhaling a breath of cold air, as if they had survived a disaster.
When everyone realized it was the crucial moment and that Seven had saved their lives, everyone's eyes were red with tears, and no one wanted to die.
Even knowing that the chances of survival are slim, who wouldn't want to live?
Strangely enough, ever since Seven took the helm, the ship seems to be sailing much more smoothly.
Despite the still huge waves outside, their boat moved very steadily.
Even Uncle Wu was a little surprised. He was looking out the window when a strong wind blew in, almost sucking him out.
It's definitely not my imagination; the storms outside are still raging, which only proves that this little kid is more capable.
Although Uncle Wu was being stubborn and didn't want to admit it.
But I have to admit that the little kid is better at sailing than I am. He looks like a little adult as he sails so steadily.
But this ship sailed as smoothly as if it were on flat ground.
Uncle Wu couldn't bring himself to do it, but he also knew that at this point, it was really not a good idea for him to try and take back the ship's rudder. If he did, would he make everyone else die with him?
Uncle Wu squatted alone in the corner of the cabin, sulking. He wanted to see how long this little brat could sail the boat by himself. He could sail smoothly now, but could he guarantee that the boat would always be so smooth?
To Uncle Wu's astonishment, their boat remained remarkably stable for the entire next ten-plus hours.
It was so steady that everyone doubted it; even though it looked like there was a raging storm outside the window, the ship was moving so smoothly.
In the end, no one had to worry at all, and many people gave Qi Zai a thumbs up.
Seven didn't know the route, so Uncle Five guided him the whole way. Now they had arrived at the dock without any problems.
When their ship docked at the pier, the dockworkers who came to meet them were somewhat surprised.
They welcomed them off the boat and kept asking them questions.
"There are only six of you? And you're bringing such a small child?"
Such a small boat?
"Didn't you know there was a typhoon? You guys still came out like that, weren't you just asking for trouble?"
Uncle Wu said helplessly,
"Comrade, we really have no choice. You know we live on Viwang Island."
Every household on this island is out of fresh water. If we don't rush out, we'll all die of thirst in two days.
The comrade who was there to meet them sighed.
"We know you're from Viwang Island!"
The island has been trapped for more than a month.
But there's really no other way; with such huge waves, nobody wants to deliver water to you."
Their transport team on the island certainly wouldn't want to go out and take such a big risk these next few days.
But to their surprise, the people of Viwang Island actually managed to escape on their own. They had to admire how they could have gotten here safely despite such a huge storm.
Six people sat in the dockside canteen.
They have food and drink now; hot water, food, and ginger soup have been prepared for them.
Qi Zai drank ginger soup there, and finally his body warmed up.
They heard their colleagues giving them instructions.
"We've already had someone load your boat, but you need to make sure you can get here smoothly."
But the return trip may not be as smooth.
The weather forecast has already said that the typhoon will become even stronger in the next couple of days. You might even find yourself halfway back when the typhoon gets even more intense.
"Why don't you stay here for a day, and go back tomorrow if the wind calms down?"
Uncle Wu looked up at Qi Zai, and for some reason, he felt he should ask the little brat for his opinion. After all, he was the one steering the boat.
The staff looked at Lao Wu with some surprise and said he was staring at the child, wondering why.
Why is such a big person staring at someone else's child?
"Do you really expect a child to make the decision?" the staff member said impatiently.
"Comrades, please think it over carefully. I'll go and have someone fill up water, vegetables, and other supplies for you."
Uncle Wu remained silent, still staring at Qi Zai, who felt Uncle Wu's gaze.
"I want to make a phone call."
Uncle Wu immediately called out to the staff.
"Comrade, we'd like to make a phone call."
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