In an instant, it was as if a terrible invisible force brushed past him, striking the edge of the canoe in front of him.
A burnt smell rushed into his nostrils, the flying splinters plastered the aboriginal's face, bringing with them an indescribable feeling, like death's sneer.
The roar of gunshots still seemed to echo in his ears. The tall aboriginal was terrified, staring blankly at the part of the canoe that had been hit for two seconds before finally reacting, scrambling back to the beach.
...
The loud noise from afar and the explosion of the canoe naturally sparked a new wave of commotion.
The aboriginals fell into panic, fearing that divine punishment might befall them.
Some even lay flat on the ground, heads lowered, beginning to beg for forgiveness from God, speechless terror overwhelming everyone's hearts.
In this almost desperate atmosphere, there was one person who was overjoyed.
