The sea breeze was salty and damp, carrying a nauseating, fishy stench. Near a reef, Shu Chen and Feng Wanqing found a small, dilapidated fishing boat that was still barely usable. Neither of them were people who craved comfort; after some simple repairs, they steered away from that eerie coastline and headed east.
However, the weather is as unpredictable as fate. The once-clear sky turned gloomy in an instant, and a violent gale stirred the sea, whipping up towering waves. Their little boat was like a fallen leaf, tossing and turning in the troughs and crests, in constant danger of capsizing.
"Hold on tight!" Shu Chen shouted to Feng Wanqing, his hands gripping the oars firmly as he tried to steer, but in the face of such raw, violent natural forces, human effort seemed so insignificant.
Chapter 80