Chaotic and oppressive dreams tormented Sha Ting.

She ran between scenes she least wanted to recall.

Mom was wearing the white silk dress that Wota gave her when she got married, and there was a large red and yellow dazzling stain on the chest of the dress, she was wiping the stain vigorously, and then looked up at Sha Ting, and the reproach and helpless eyes deeply stabbed Sha Ting.

Sha Ting wanted to leave, but her legs were as heavy as walking in the water, and she looked down to see her brother lying there, struggling in pain, his whole body curled up, blood pouring out from the severed cut of her right arm, and the ground was covered with his blood.

Sha Ting stepped back in panic, but she stepped on a puddle of slippery things and fell, and she turned her head to see a broken bowl on the ground. She knew the bowl, fine white porcelain, gilded with gold, and white rice porridge was overflowing from the broken bowl, and she turned her head in pain!

A large drop of water was falling on her forehead, one drop, two drops, she raised her eyes and looked up, and saw the twisted and stiff face of Granny Dai!

She was lying there, face down, facing Sha Ting, saliva dripping from her unclogged mouth!

Unable to control herself, Sha Ting screamed and howled, and she struggled to finally free herself from the shackles of the nightmare.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself still in the damp cabin of the Seaweed Golden Crown, large drops of seawater dripping from the upper deck and hitting her forehead. She sat up and immediately noticed that the hull was swaying abnormally, not bumps or shaking, but violent undulations and strange tilts, and even turns.

It seems that the "Seaweed Golden Crown" did not arrive at Jifukushima before noon, but ran into a storm on the way. Sha Ting thought to herself.

Poseidon Island is far away from the other four islands, and the islanders are conservative by nature, most of them bury their heads in their own lives, and are too lazy to care about things outside the island. Therefore, whether it is the "Night of the Bloody Eye" two years ago or the drought or other disasters that ravaged the four islands, as long as it does not fall on their heads, it will be a story that has nothing to do with them for the people of Poseidon Island, and it will be over if you listen to it. And the so-called power of the current Lord of the Hot Spring Hall is more like a legend to them. Some of the travelers had heard the news that the Lord of the Hot Spring Hall would pray for rain for the Goto at noon today, but they probably didn't expect that the power of the witch of the main god island town hall would be so powerful.

As a trader, Captain Han Chu is much better than most of the Poseidon Islanders who have never seen the world, and he has planned to take refuge in Jifu Island, but perhaps he has made the wrong choice, and the "Seaweed Golden Crown" should not have gone to sea in the first place.

A sour smell came from the cabin, and Sha Ting noticed a few puddles of vomit on the wooden floor of the cabin. People huddled together in groups or alone clung to the wooden rails to the left and right of the beds, many praying to the gods, and the murmuring of prayers accompanied by the "creaking" of the hull of the ship added to the tension in the cabin.

The droplets of water that had just hit Sha Ting's forehead had turned into small streams, and the rest of the cabin had begun to leak. Satene struggled to get out of bed, tugging at the wooden railings lining the walkway, and staggered toward the wooden staircase leading to the deck. She had to understand what was going on deck.

Past life experience has taught her that when difficulties come, it is better to take the initiative than to sit still.

Sharting struggled through the violently turbulent cabin, stumbling down the ladder, getting back to her feet, and tripped several times before stepping onto the deck.

She had never seen anything before her—a dark sky, a roaring sea, a roaring storm, a pouring rain, all of them racing to show their hideous faces. In an instant, Sha Ting was already soaking wet. She raised a hand to cover her eyes from the rain, forcing herself to calm down and look around.

She first noticed that there was already water in many places on the deck.

It should be the drainage hole on the side of the ship that is blocked! Saten's mind spun rapidly, trying to remember everything her brother had told her about the boat.

Gotta find the drain hole quickly and let the stagnant water out!

She stooped and staggered across the slippery deck, and finally made it to the tool room on the portside side, where Sharten crashed into the house with a dive of the Seaweed Golden Crown. Quickly found the tool bag containing the long-handled cutter and tied it to his back.

The wind seemed to be getting stronger again, and Sha Ting grabbed the door frame and squinted her eyes for the drain hole. Just then, there was a scream overhead, and she looked up to see a sailor, half hanging from the mast observation deck, struggling in the wind, bending his arms upwards and trying to flip back. A big wave hit, and the bow of the "Seaweed Golden Crown" was raised, and the sailor fell down without saying a word, and was instantly swallowed by the churning seawater.

Sha Ting looked at the place where he had stumbled, and the sails facing the wind were full, almost spherical. She understood right away. No wonder the hull of the boat has been spinning in place, it turns out that the sail shaft is loose and the sail is headwind! In such a storm, the only way out left for the Seaweed Golden Crown was to sail with the wind - the sails were at an acute angle to the direction of the wind, so that the hull could move forward under the force of the wind, leave the center of the storm, and take refuge in Jifukushima. Otherwise, with the condition of the hull of the "Seaweed Golden Crown", it will be a matter of time before it sinks in a storm!

Sha Ting turned around and grabbed a bundle of rope by the wall of the tool room, wrapped one end of the rope tightly around her waist, tied it in a dead knot, and wrapped the rest of the rope in a circle and straddled it diagonally over her shoulder. She stretched her arms and legs, making sure that the tools on her body wouldn't get in the way, took a deep breath, and bent down into the rain.