Chat Channel.
"I'm not dead! I made it out! Hahahahahaha!"
"It's over! My ship's leaking! Does anyone know how to plug a leak? This water's blasting in harder than a pressure washer!"
"In deep water, hull damage basically means death. My condolences."
"Made it to the surface safely, but how long is repairing this ship going to take?"
(Attached image: a bare deck with almost nothing left but a broken mast.)
"I made it up, but my ship capsized. What do I do?"
"Salt works so well!"
(Attached image: a small clump of withered Meat Lump along the ship's side.)
"Haha, I found out I can breathe underwater too, but this seawater is so sweet! My body feels itchy..."
"..."
Yang Yi glanced at the World Sea Chart.
There were just over four hundred nautical miles left between the Abundant Sea and the Black Fog. He estimated they would meet soon, and the tsunami would surge into the Black Fog.
Most players had already experienced the tsunami, and judging by how frequently messages appeared, a considerable number had survived.
As long as they secured everything and took protective measures, surviving the tsunami was not difficult for players with level-four ordinary ships.
But losses were unavoidable.
Many supplies that could not be secured in time had been abandoned, and repairing the ships afterward would consume large quantities of materials too.
Overall, though, the situation was fairly optimistic, more or less as Yang Yi had expected, aside from one thing-players could actually survive in the deep sea for extended periods, and could even post in the Chat Channel.
It was just that what they said was a little strange.
Yang Yi picked one of them and sent a private message to ask.
"How do you feel?"
"This seawater is so sweet. I've