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But my story only made Tinh very regretful that he did not attend the tour of the Vi-Go beach, where it was a battlefield. Stroke: Still not so hopeless. Losing this glue we display another glue! Okay, we’ll know this afternoon. Turn to the Cong-build. As for me, I got dressed and went to another room. The compass needle indicates the southwest direction. The ship turned its back on Europe. I can’t wait for the coordinates to be on the map. Near 11:30 the ship floated to the sea surface. POSTER SKIING SOME GIRLS ARE JUST BORN WITH THE MOUNTAIN IN THEIR SOULS. I rushed to the deck. Len was up there before me. See nothing but the vast water waves and a few sails on the horizon. The sailing ships must be waiting for the downwind to circle around the Cape of Good Hope. It’s cloudy. There will be a storm. Angry expression. He strained his eyes to peer through the mist covering the horizon. Still hope behind that fog was the land he expected. At noon, the sun emerged. The mate used that time to determine the height of the sun.
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The sea began to move, the ship’s cover closed, the ship sank again. An hour later, I looked at the map and saw that the ship was a hundred and fifty miles from the nearest shore. The problem of running away cannot be posed. You can imagine Tinh’s anger when I told him the train coordinates. As for me, I am not disappointed at all. It is true that I have just unloaded a burden and can continue to do my normal activities with peace of mind. At about eleven o’clock in the evening, Captain Nero suddenly entered my place. he politely asked me if I couldn’t sleep last night. I said not tired. Please, professor! Professor needs to wear diving clothes. When I entered the dressing room, I could not see Tinh and Cong build, nor did I see a sailor. They are not on this night trip. Contrary to custom, the captain did not tell me to bring Net or Cong-build with me. A few minutes later, we were ready. I wear air tanks on my back but are not equipped with electric lights. I noticed Nero about that, he replied: We will not need electric lights. I felt as if I could not hear clearly, but could not ask again because Nero had put the helmet on my head. I also followed Nah. I have been given an additional iron head stick.
Minutes later, we reached the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean at a depth of three hundred meters. Coming to midnight. The bottom of the sea was pitch black, but Nero showed me a red streak two nautical miles from Nau-ti-lux. Is that fire? If it was fire, where did it come from? And how can fire burn in liquid? I can not explain. But that flickering torch made it easier for us to walk nonetheless. Now I understand that there is no need for electric lamps. I walked beside Nero, following that led fire. At first, the sea floor was still flat, and then gradually rising. We took long but slow steps with our sticks because the seabed was full of algae and crushed rocks. We walked for about half an hour. POSTER SKIING SOME GIRLS ARE JUST BORN WITH THE MOUNTAIN IN THEIR SOULS. The seabed is more and more rocky. The scallops, tiny layers of crustacean, emit a faint light of phosphorus. I caught a glimpse of rock piles covered by millions of animals like flowers and algae. My feet slipped on the sticky vegetation and without a cane I would have fallen many times. Turning around, I still see the light of the headlights of the Nau-ti-lxx train. The farther we go, the dimmer the light. The rocks on the ocean floor that I just mentioned above bear a certain arrangement that I cannot explain. There are also some strange phenomena. I feel that under my lead soles I’m scratching dry bones. Are we walking on bone-filled land? The light that illuminates us is increasingly red, like the flames of a fire on the horizon. The burning fire in the water stimulated my curiosity to a great extent. Is that the light? Or am I witnessing a phenomenon of nature that scientists have not known?
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I briefly thought: maybe this undersea furnace is not maintained by human hands? Maybe I do not meet here friends, comrades of Nero, who are living a life as unique as Nahah? Maybe I don’t meet a whole bunch of people because they hate the bonds on the ground and seek independence and freedom on the seabed? Vague thoughts kept haunting me. In such a state of great arousal, if I had met an underwater city like Nero had dreamed of, I would also consider it very natural. The way we go is clearer. A white moon aura emanated from behind the mountain two hundred meters above the seabed. But that aura only reflected light rays that were refracted in seawater. The light source itself is on the other side of the mountain.
