I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 487 After the storm
Lightning flashed across the dark sea from time to time, briefly illuminating the cracked sky.

Owen looked at Xia Qingdai, who looked solemn in the clouds, frowned slightly, ran to the fence in the wind and rain, and jumped without hesitation like an agile leopard.

Amid Xia Qingdai's exclamation, he jumped into another boat and rolled on the ground to relieve the force of the fall.

"Owen, are you crazy?" Xia Qingdai was so scared that her voice changed.

Because if Owen accidentally fell into the sea, he would be swept by the waves into the limit of the map she could explore, and she would not be able to rescue him in time.

This is very likely to happen, because the suction force of the sea water caused by the tsunami is very strong. Just now, a crew member was thrown into the sea and sank directly beyond her visual range and could not be rescued.

Standing on the bumpy deck, Owen didn't bother to reply, but ran directly to the steering wheel to take control, and from time to time shouted orders to the people on the boat.

Owen, who became a naval officer at the age of fifteen, had several experiences dealing with stormy weather when crossing the Atlantic from Britain to the United States, so he was not panicked.

He could see that lightning was also a great threat to the goddess, and he was unwilling to let her put herself in danger for him.

Moreover, he knew in his heart that the goddess was not a real god, but just a human from the future world, and as a human, there was a possibility of being hurt.

Xia Qingdai let go of the boat she had caught in mid-air. Now that Owen was gone, there was certainly no need for her to treat the boat any differently.

She also did not try to catch the new boat Owen had jumped onto, as it would only increase the danger if he jumped again.

Since he was unwilling to intervene and help him, she would just have to wait and see.

Xia Qingdai retracted her hand, leaned against the edge of the glass tank, and fixed her eyes on Owen in the wind and waves.

She didn't expect that Owen also had the ability to be a captain. The attitude he displayed was as if he was not facing a storm, but just a challenging extreme sport, which really made people look sideways.

The wind and rain gradually subsided, and the washed dark clouds moved towards the west in large patches, and the sky regained its original tranquil and bright appearance.

Darkness faded, light came in. Although the fleet was in a mess, fortunately no ship was overturned or sunk by the storm.

Although some crew members were thrown overboard and lost their lives in the storm, most people were safe and sound.

Many people relaxed, looked up at the blue sky, and smiled as if they had survived a disaster.

Those who fell into the sea and were lucky enough to be rescued by Xia Qingdai were filled with gratitude to the true God.

The long-standing faith in God collapsed between life and death. Everyone knew that the god protecting their fleet was the patron saint of the Owen family, not the God they prayed to day and night.

Even if some people doubted this at first, they would realize it when they saw the ship Owen was on being grabbed into the sky by a giant red hand.

At that time, Owen's ship flew into the sky, and the people fighting the waves below were actually feeling a little desperate, because that might mean that they were abandoned.

But what was unexpected was that Earl Owen actually jumped down and led everyone to fight the storm together.

It would have been strange if such fearless spirit of leading by example did not move the guards on the warship to tears.

Of course, Irving couldn't tell everyone that the reason he stood by everyone was because he didn't want to implicate his goddess.

A gentleman is judged by deeds, not by heart. For the members of the delegation, Owen's "never give up, never give up" moved everyone deeply.

Xia Qingdai breathed a sigh of relief and smiled knowingly at the sparkling sea illuminated by the setting sun.

Owen stood in the center of the deck, slowly looking around the sky and the sea, and smiled knowingly. Finally, he raised his head and met Xia Qingdai's eyes in the clouds. He said nothing, but it seemed as if he had told a thousand words.

In just a moment, Owen was surrounded by guards who rushed towards him. They picked him up, threw him into the air, and caught him again. They threw him several times in a row before they escorted him into the cabin.

The ship that Owen jumped off was not the ship that the other ambassadors were on. It was a warship that was escorting their group of envoys, and it was full of officers and guards.

Owen's superb steering skills, calm mind, and determination to live and die with his soldiers truly impressed everyone on the ship.

"Count Owen, is that big red hand the patron saint of your family?"

"Count Fu Cui, you are so capable. You used to be a naval officer, right?"

Everyone was talking at once, looking at the handsome Owen with admiration.

Although the person standing in front of them was only a young earl who had just turned 20, the personal charm he displayed was far beyond his age.

Xia Qingdai watched Owen disappear in front of the cabin, and with an idea, she followed him in in a semi-invisible state.

A lively party has started in the cabin. The air is filled with the smell of rum and sea water, mixed with the sounds of whistles and violins.

No one on board this ship died in this terrible storm, so there is no reason not to celebrate.

As soon as Xia Qingdai entered, she was infected by the joyful atmosphere in the cabin.

Those who escaped the disaster seemed really excited.

She looked up at Owen who was standing in the center of the crowd. His blond hair was as bright as the sun and his face was as perfect as a sculpture.

He just stood there, his whole body seemed to be shining. As Xia Qingdai watched, the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

Owen looked through the noisy crowd and saw Xia Qingdai standing nearby. He gave her a deep smile.

Xia Qingdai waved to him happily and walked out of the cabin. Since everyone was having a party, she would feed them some delicious food to liven up the party.

It was already the early morning hours in modern times and everything was quiet. Xia Shanglu, who had been staying up late to write a novel, had already washed up and gone to bed.

Xia Qingdai walked to the cloakroom, picked up a picnic basket, opened the door, tiptoed to the kitchen, and took some ingredients from the refrigerator.

Back in the room, she began to feed the baby happily.

Not only did she feed the little people fish, meat, vegetables, fruits and other food, she also sprinkled some salmon crumbs and small shrimps into the sea on a whim.

People walked onto the deck with tears of gratitude and bowed to the sky.

Xia Qingdai could see a few wisps of green smoke slowly floating up above several ships, eventually gathering together, twisting into a stream, and flying towards her.

The sea, which had just experienced a storm, was now so calm that there was no trace of its former horror.

Some of the people on the ship were celebrating their escape from death, while others were counting the number of people, trying to find out as soon as possible how many people had died in the storm.

After absorbing the power of faith, Xia Qingdai looked down at the sea with a refreshed mind. After a moment, she seemed to have thought of something, went to the kitchen to make a vitamin effervescent tablet, and put a small cup on each boat.

Vitamin water is better for sailors than beer.