Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 172 Things Get Weird

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Here, there is ice and snow everywhere, and time flies so slowly!I'm currently done with step two of this trip.

I've rented a boat and am now busy picking out a crew.The sailors I have recruited are all men I can trust, strong and fearless.

But there is a longing in my heart that has not been satisfied until now, and this lack seems to me the most serious at this time-Marguerite, I have no friends.

When I am overwhelmed by success, I cannot confide my joy to others;

And when I was down, no one cheered me up.

Of course, I can pour out my thoughts in a diary, but it is a poor way to communicate emotions.

I am very eager to have a partner who can resonate with me and communicate with me.

My dear sister, you may think that I am too sentimental, but I am too eager to have a friend.

But there were no such people around me—polite, courageous, well-educated, open-minded, like-minded friends who could help my project.

If I have such a friend, many of my mistakes can be avoided!

I am too impulsive in doing things, and I am impatient in the face of difficulties.

And the bigger problem for me was that I was all self-taught: for the first fourteen years of my life I was idle and read nothing but Uncle Thomas's books on voyages.

Then I learned something else.

But that's when I realized that, in addition to the native language, it is necessary to be familiar with foreign languages.

It's a pity that it's too late, and I don't have the ability to learn more.

Now that I'm 28, I'm actually more ignorant than many 15-year-old schoolchildren.

True, I am more open to thinking, and my fantasies are more grandiose, but they need to be "coordinated," as painters say.

I desperately need a friend who is perceptive enough not to dismiss my ideas as fanciful, but to bring them to life with enthusiasm.

Alas, there's no use complaining anymore.

Anyway, I can't find a single friend on the boundless sea. Even in Arkhangel, I can't find any friends among these merchants and sailors.

However, even in the rough and simple hearts of these people, there are also some pure and delicate emotions in human nature.

My mate, for example, was full of courage and boldness, and he was desperate for glory, or, to use a more characteristic expression, for his own success.

He was an Englishman, and although his mind was somewhat biased by his people and profession, he retained some of the noblest qualities of humanity.

I first met him on a whaling ship, and finding him out of work, I easily persuaded him to assist my cause.

Our captain was a man of excellent character, and was highly regarded on board for his tolerance, kindness, and affability.

These qualities, combined with his well-known integrity and undaunted courage, made me want to hire him with all my heart.

My youth was spent in solitude.

Your tender care accompanied me through one of the best days.

But this also caused my character to be too delicate and gentle in my bones, so that I couldn't help but feel disgusted with the vulgar style prevailing on the ship.

I never thought it necessary to behave in this way, so when I heard that there was a man who was not only good-natured, but was respected and loved by the crew, I thought it would be a real pleasure to have him in my service. So lucky.

I first heard about him from a lady who, very romantically, was blessed with a lifetime of happiness because of him.

I will briefly tell his story below.

Don't assume that my determination has wavered just because I complained a few words.This trip was my destiny and I will never waver.

I'm only delayed by the weather right now and will be heading out as soon as the weather permits.

The winter here is bitterly cold, but spring is not far away.Spring comes very early here so I might start early.

I shouldn't act rashly. You know my character very well. If I still shoulder the safety of others, I will definitely consider it very carefully and thoroughly.

I have no words to express my anticipation for this expedition.

I cannot express to you the shuddering mixture of joy and sorrow I felt as I prepared to go.

What I plan to go to is an area that has never been entered by anyone before, the so-called "land of snow and wind". But I will never kill albatross, so don't worry about my safety, think that I will be like " The hapless sailor in Song of the Old Sailor comes back to you weary and miserable.

This analogy will surely make you laugh, but I'm going to let you in on a secret.

I have often thought that it was the grotesque lines of contemporary poets that fueled my great enthusiasm for the dangerous and mysterious sea.

There is something deep in my soul that I cannot understand.

I'm actually quite industrious, willing to put my head down, like a tireless worker, but otherwise, I'm fascinated by the fantastic, and in all my business I've entangled this paradox. The infatuation of wonderful things.

As a result, I don't want to follow the life path of ordinary people, but go to the vast sea to open up areas that no one cares about.

Now let's get back to our more concerned issues.

Can I see you again after I have crossed the ocean and returned home via the southernmost straits of Africa or America?I don't dare to hope for success now, but I can't bear the opposite situation.

Please take every opportunity now to keep writing to me, and maybe they will come to me at a time when I need moral support most.

I very love you.

If there is no news from me in the future, please keep me in your heart forever.

your dear brother robert walden
March 28, [-]

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Dear sister, I have written in a few hasty words to tell you that I am safe and that my voyage has begun well.

I have brought this letter with me on a merchant ship returning to England from Archangel.It is luckier than me, I may not see my homeland for several years!
But my mental state is not bad;

The sailors on my ship were all courageous and indomitable, and even when they saw huge ice floes constantly drifting past our ship-a portent of how dangerous the area we were going-we did not let them Feel the slightest bit of panic.

We have now reached the very high latitudes.

But now it is midsummer, although it is not as hot as the summer in England, but the strong southerly wind hits us with a sense of warmth, which is beyond my expectation.

This gust of wind will take us swiftly to the shore I so desperately want to reach.

Nothing extraordinary has happened yet.

A gust or two of gale at sea, a breach in the hull, these are not worth mentioning to the experienced navigator.

I'll be thankful if nothing worse happens during the voyage.

Goodbye, my dear Margaret.

Please rest assured, for your sake and mine, I will never act recklessly in the face of danger.

I will be very calm, indomitable, and careful.

But my efforts will definitely be rewarded with the laurels of success.

I have sailed so far to carve out a safe course through this sea of ​​uncertain course.

Let the shining stars of heaven bear my witness and declare my victory.

The various natural elements, though never tamed, are in harmony with each other, so why not move on?What can stand in the way of human determination and will?
Thinking of this, I can't help but feel an upsurge of emotion and passion.

But I must stop writing.May God bless my beloved sister.

Ro Waugh
July [-], [-]
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A strange thing happened to us, so I can't help noting it, though it's likely you won't get this letter until after we've met again.

Last Monday (July 31st) our ship was nearly surrounded by ice, and the floes approached us from all sides, leaving little room for our ship.That situation was a bit dangerous, especially with the thick fog around us.

We had to anchor there, hoping that the weather and sea conditions would change.

At about two o'clock, the fog cleared away, and we looked around, but saw that there were endless icebergs of different shapes and sizes around us.

Some of the crewmen groaned in distress, and my nerves grew jittery.

Just then a strange sight attracted our attention and made us forget for a moment our situation.

Half a mile away we saw a low carriage fastened to a sled, being pulled by several dogs heading north, while a man who looked like a man but was unusually tall was sitting on the sled. , chasing those dogs.We watched through the telescope as they sped away, disappearing among the undulating glaciers.

We were completely taken aback by this sight, we thought we were drifting hundreds of miles from any continent, but the mysterious sight we had just seen seemed to indicate that we were not as far from land as we thought Far.However, we were blocked by layers of icebergs, so we couldn't follow his trail.

About two hours afterward we heard noises on the sea, and before nightfall the iceberg broke and our ship was set free.

But we remained moored there until dawn, for fear of hitting the big ice floes floating around in the dark.

I just took advantage of this moment to rest for a while.

The next morning, however, as soon as it was daylight, I found all the sailors assembled on one side of the ship's gunwale, as if talking to some one in the sea.

It turned out that one of the sledges, very like the kind we had seen before, was resting on a great ice floe, which had come to our boat during the night.

Only one of the dogs was still alive, and there was a man on the sled, whom the sailors were urging to come aboard.

This man is different from the one we saw yesterday. The one yesterday looked like an uncivilized primitive islander, but this man is a European.

When I appeared on deck, the captain said to the stranger, "He is our captain, and he will not let you die."

When the stranger saw me, he spoke to me in English, but with a foreign accent.He said, "Before I get on board, can you tell me where your ship is going?"

Dear sister, you may imagine my astonishment when I heard that a dying man should ask me such a question.

I thought our ship was a life-saving straw for him, even if he exchanged the most expensive rare treasure on earth for the opportunity to board the ship, he might not agree.

But I still answered him that our ship was on an expedition to the North Pole.

He seemed satisfied with my answer, and finally agreed to come on board.

Good heavens, Margaret, you would be astonished to see how this man came aboard reluctantly for his safety.

His limbs were almost frozen, and his body had become very weak from exhaustion and pain.I've never seen anyone in such a bad situation.

We tried to carry him into the cabin, but as soon as he couldn't breathe fresh air, he fainted immediately.We had to carry him back on deck again, rub him with brandy, stretch his limbs, and pour him a little more brandy.

As soon as he recovered we wrapped him in a blanket and settled him by the chimney of the kitchen stove.He gradually recovered, drank some soup, and felt much better.

After he had been like this for two more days, he finally had the strength to speak. I had been worried that the pain he was suffering would make him irrational.

After he improved a little, I moved him to my own cabin, and took care of him as much as my job allowed.

I have never met a more interesting person.

There was always a bewildered, even mad look in his eyes, but as soon as someone showed him kindness or did him the slightest favor, he suddenly became He looked so radiant, I had never seen such a kind and friendly expression before.

It's a pity that he usually looks gloomy, pessimistic and desperate, and sometimes even gnashes his teeth, as if he can't bear the sorrow and resentment pressing on him.

After my guest has recovered a bit, I'll have to fend him off from the curious crew who have a ton of questions to ask him, but I don't want him to be tormented by the crew's idle curiosity while he's currently Only rest can fully restore physical and mental health.

But once, when my deputy asked him why he came all the way to this place in such a strange car, his face suddenly darkened, and he fell into deep sadness, and then he replied: "I want to Find a guy who got away from me."

"Is the person you're following in the same vehicle as you?"

"Yes."

"Well, I think we saw the man. Just the day before we got you on board, we saw dogs pulling a sled over the ice with a man sitting on it."

This attracted the stranger's attention, and he asked many questions about the whereabouts of the "devil," as he called it.

Later, when he and I were left alone, he said: "I am, no doubt, a curiosity to you, as well as those well-wishers.

But you are too understanding, so you never ask me questions. "

"Of course, it would be too rude and inhumane if I chased you to get to the bottom of it just to satisfy my curiosity."

"But it was you who rescued me from that strange and dangerous situation, and it was you who brought me back from the brink of death."

He then quickly asked me if I thought that when the ice broke up that night, it would destroy the other sled as well.I said I couldn't tell for sure, because the ice didn't break until nearly midnight, and the passenger might have reached safety before, but I couldn't tell.

Since then, a new vitality has flowed from the stranger's emaciated body.

He was very anxious to go up to the deck and look at the sleigh we had seen.

But I persuaded him to stay in the cabin, because he was too weak to withstand the bad weather outside.

I assured him that I would send someone to keep watch for him and would notify him as soon as any new target was discovered.

These are the recent strange events recorded in my diary.

The stranger was gradually recovering, but he was always taciturn.

And he seemed uneasy when anyone but me entered his cabin.

But his demeanor was gentle and courteous, so although the sailors didn't communicate much with him, they were all very interested in him.

And I myself loved him like a brother, and his deep sorrow filled my heart with sympathy and pity for him.

If he was charming and amiable under the circumstances, he must be a very noble man under normal circumstances.

My dear Marguerite, I once said in a letter that I could find no friends in this ocean.

But I have now met this man, and if he had not been tortured by misery, I would have expressed to him that I would be more than happy to consider him my brother and brother.

If there are any new developments, I will continue to record in the log.

August [-], [-]
(End of this chapter)