Capítulo 1212: 317: Level 12 Typhoon, Regret Unending! _3

Nathaniel Besian was a very independent person, but whenever Viola Thompson was around, he would think of her first when he encountered a problem.

Like a child turn to their parents when faced with difficulties.

Viola Thompson spoke lightly, "We've done what we can, and now, all we can do is hope for the best."

Nathaniel let out a sigh, "These people are too bold! Do they think they have nine lives like a cat?"

"If the storm is too strong, causing the ship to break apart, then having nine lives won't matter!"

In the vast ocean, even with nineteen lives it wouldn't be enough to die.

Nathaniel raised his head to look at the sky again, then said, "Master, the weather is quite good today do you think ... there will be no storm?"

The sky was clear as far as the eye could see.

The breeze was soft and comfortable.

If it weren't for the master's prediction, Nathaniel wouldn't believe in the possibility of a great storm.

"Let's pray for no storm today."