flstandardbreds Chapter 138
Chapter 138
After going down and approaching the water surface, Feng Lan did not take out the lifeboat because there were people everywhere and everyone was paddling desperately to get away.
There were still thirty minutes until the ship sank.
A whirlpool began to form on the sea surface, and people who were close to the place where the shipwreck broke apart were sucked in.
Feng Lan was holding two children in her arms, her toes tapping on the nearby wooden boards, and she was struggling to use her wind-based abilities to rush farther away.
"Chinese Kung Fu! Oh my God!"
The two children seemed to know that Feng Lan was the only one they could rely on now. They held her arms obediently, did not speak, and tried their best to cause her as little trouble as possible.
Feng Lan said nothing and ignored the cries for help from others on the sea. Two children were already her limit, and she was not the kind of saint who was unaware of her own abilities.
It wasn't until there were fewer things on the sea nearby that Feng Lan took out the raft she had made in the previous copy and sat on it, panting. The child on her right quietly wiped the sweat off her face, even though her hands were shaking. Feng Lan had very good eyesight and could see the two children crying silently even at night.
She said nothing.
The Titanic had already sent a distress signal. Logically, the nearest ship was the Californian, which was less than ten nautical miles away and should have arrived soon, but the other party's radio never responded.
The people on the ship set off fireworks as a distress signal, but there was no response. Little did they know that because of the Titanic's fame, the people on the Californian thought that the rich people on the ship were holding some extravagant fireworks display!
A series of coincidences eventually led to the destruction of the Titanic.
Feng Lan had no time to rest. He commanded the water flow and the breeze to push the raft to a farther place. This place was still too close to the hull. When the back half of the hull sank into the sea, the waves would create a bigger whirlpool. Along the way, there were people everywhere, as well as the bodies of people who had jumped into the sea early and had now quietly lost their breath.
It was a little after one in the morning, and it was quite cold in the Atlantic Ocean in April.
Many players and NPCs who managed to escape with their lives, whether they were on lifeboats, wooden boards, wardrobes, or people who swam on the sea, faced a problem: hypothermia.
The sea water was so cold that many people's hair was covered with frost and their breathing was weak.
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The two children beside Feng Lan also huddled close to her, shivering.
Feng Lan tried hard to use his fire ability to keep warm, but because the temperature around him was too low, he could only form a flame that was less than the size of a fist.
She took out two thick cotton jackets and wrapped the two little balls tightly. She picked and chose in the space, but there was nothing hot, and if there was, it would require electricity. Finally, she took out some hot packs and stuck them inside the clothes of the three people, which stopped the two children from shivering.
He stayed close to her quietly, his head nestled in her arms, not daring to look at the corpse floating stiffly on the sea.
Some people carried gold, silver and jewelry, some had some chocolate in their pockets, and some had rum. Everyone was waiting for possible rescue with difficulty.
Feng Lan saw Rose again. The person lying on the wooden board next to her should be Czech.
Looking at the small piece of wood under them that was half floating on the water and half submerged in the water, Feng Lan invited.
"Want to come up? There's still some space here."
Because they are the protagonists, Feng Lan has even watched this movie in real life!
Czech's body was a little stiff, and he seemed to hear a female voice faintly. Rose next to him was better than him. She nodded desperately, and was so moved that she was about to cry. She tried hard to fight the cold, and pulled Czech, who was stiff but still breathing, to climb up the wooden board of Fenglan with difficulty.