Rolling dark clouds, gray sea waves.
A medium-sized sailboat was struggling through the stormclouds.
The swirling clouds were like the ocean surface, pouring seawater down, as sailors ran anxiously on the slippery deck.
Beneath the mast, a sailor tilted his head back, unable to breathe due to the cold and fear, frantically lowering the sails.
A stumbling sailor was thrown by the swaying ship, sliding on the slippery deck—every time, the rope tied around his waist would save him, leaving marks from the midday fish soup.
"Lenna! Lenna!"
No one noticed Lu Li drifting on the deck, watching the Uninvited Guests storming across, yelling at an old sailor with a limp carrying a barrel: "Damn it, how many times do I have to tell you! We don't need your help in the storm! Now! Get! Back to the cabin! Monkey, take this old man back!"
A short sailor following the first mate came running, pulling the old sailor with a limp inside the cabin.
