Inside the pirate ship's cabin, four people huddled together, staring out the small window. Outside, a dense black fog and clouds merged into one, making them indistinguishable.
For a moment, all four of them felt their hearts sink.
In weather like this, there was no way to wait for the right moment. Not to mention, the bizarre celestial phenomenon itself signified an unpredictable danger.
"Are we really going to die here... never to..." Mingde's eyes grew slightly moist.
His daughter, Weiwei, stood beside him with a dazed expression. She was thinking, 'If danger really comes, what sort of pose should I be in to meet my end?'
It was a dull question, but on this ship, the endless days and nights of hard labor had gradually extinguished any hope she once had, making her life numb and mechanical.
Her only pastime was to occupy her mind with such meaningless trivialities.
The ship rocked violently, trembling.
