They were all wearing sailing clothes that had become stiff from being soaked in salt, their eyes dark, lips chapped, faces roughened by the sea breeze and scorching sun.
But the look in each of their eyes was like that of soldiers guarding the last stronghold, staring intently at the laptop on the central chart table.
One second, two seconds... One minute, two minutes...
Each jump of the progress bar was like a heavy hammer, pounding mercilessly on their already fragile hearts.
"Ding!"
A crisp, pleasant notification sound, at this moment, sounded as terrifying as the sound of a guillotine blade falling. The data had finished loading.
Lin Yu'an moved the mouse and opened the file that would decide their ultimate fate. The latest storm prediction path map, like God's final verdict, appeared on the screen.
At that moment, time seemed to come to a complete standstill. In the cabin, there were only the heavy, suppressed, near-halted breaths of three people.
They were all stunned.
