On the vast sea, the waves stretch for thousands of miles.
A ship has furled its sails, quietly drifting on the surface of the sea.
On the foredeck, there is a large table.
The table is spread with all kinds of food, and a man is sitting at the banquet, devouring it all.
His eating manner is like a whirlwind sweeping away the clouds, as if locusts have passed through.
Casually grabbing a roasted chicken, he splits it with both hands, tearing it into two pieces.
Stuffing even the chicken's tail into his mouth, he chews with a grunting sound, his mouth full of oil.
With a jug of fine wine at hand, he gulps it down with a slurping sound.
Casually tossing the wine jug behind him.
With a crash, it shatters into pieces everywhere.
The shards of wine jugs here are almost piling up into a mountain.
Several servants come over, carefully clearing the empty plates and bowls from the table.
Carrying them back to the kitchen.
