"Affirmative."
"Now, what you need to do is point the bow into the wind and slowly sail across that sandbar," Riven begins issuing a series of precise instructions.
"Let me know when you feel the ship's position is about 15 meters past your ideal anchoring point."
"Remember, the ship has inertia; we need to drop the anchor while it drifts forward."
Lin Yu'an steadily maneuvers Polaris, the massive vessel gliding silently on the sea breeze towards the sandbar, as if skating on ice.
His eyes are fixed on the depth sounder and GPS chart, his mind swiftly calculating the complex effects of wind, current, and the ship's inertia.
"Depth 4.5 meters... wind speed 8 knots, headwind... current speed almost zero..." he mutters the data internally.
When the bow crosses the center of the sandbar, he doesn't immediately give the order but lets the ship drift forward about two ship lengths.
"Now!" he decisively orders through the intercom.
