Misfortune and Good Fortune Coexisted

In the vast ocean, a colorful wooden boat stood out. The lookout spotted it from far away.

The boat was over twenty meters long, with no sails or mast. Its sides were painted with brightly colored geometric patterns, making it quite eye-catching.

A boy of about twelve or thirteen was aboard. He had rigged up a sunshade with canvas and was huddled underneath it.

"He's in a severe coma. His skin takes more than five seconds to spring back after being pinched, his pulse is almost nonexistent, and his eyeballs are visibly sunken. He's severely dehydrated, but we can still try to save him!"

After examining the boy, the ship's doctor and the accompanying physician immediately reported back to Frederick.

Frederick ordered, "Get him to the infirmary at once."

The sailors had already brought over a stretcher. They quickly carried the boy off for treatment.

A sailor inspected the wooden boat and returned with a report. "There's nothing aboard except the canvas. The ropes show signs of having snapped. It looks like they were torn apart with great force."

After hearing this, Lilu said, "Could he have been so unlucky that he was on the boat when the storm hit a few days ago, and got blown out to sea?"

The sailor was from the Lowlands, like her, and had heard plenty of stories like this. He added, "I'm afraid he really was that unlucky."

"I heard storms are rare at this time of year. Maybe it came on so suddenly that he was busy moving things and didn't have time to get off the boat."

As he spoke, he pointed to a socket in the keel amidships. "This must be where the mast went. It's empty, and there's no broken wood left behind, so it was definitely taken down