At 9:11 p.m., after three days and three nights of sailing, China Customs 823 and China Customs 825 safely entered the sea area at the junction of Binjiang and the East Sea.
It was the open-fishing season, and the sea outside the Yangtze River estuary was packed with fishing boats.
Even cargo ships had to proceed with extreme caution when passing through here. Han Yu was equally careful, standing at the helm with Jiang Shengqi, closely watching the situation on the sea ahead.
"One seven five."
"One seven five here!"
Jiang Shengqi bent over to look at the radar and ordered, "One seven zero."
The Helmsman gently nudged the wheel, staring at the dense clusters of fishing lights on the sea, and replied, "One seven zero here."
"Ahead three."
"Engine ahead three, speed 12 knots."
The anti-smuggling boat was towing a huge log raft, so this was the fastest it could safely go; any faster would be dangerous.
