The time was slightly set back by half a day, deeper into the Second Circulation Belt.
"Oh no, a tsunami is coming—!"
"Quick, Qiangfeng!"
"Full left rudder! Turn around!"
The adventure fleet of three swift sailboats made a large circle on the sea, aiming their bows at the more than two-meter-high waves, and somewhat awkwardly forced their way through a series of over ten waves.
Despite enduring round after round of fierce assaults, the planks creaked with a teeth-grinding sound, and many crew members turned into rolling gourds, yet ultimately no capsizing disaster occurred.
They were extremely fortunate to be in the deep sea, where the tsunami was at most one to two meters high; had they encountered it nearshore, they'd have a hundred percent chance of being smashed into the seabed by waves dozens of meters high.
"What's going on? Was it an underwater earthquake?"
