Boom!
Thunder roared with lightning flashing across the sky.
Deep and dark as ink, a three-masted sailship was rocking in the midst of the stormy sea.
Thud, thud, thud—
Sailors rushed up the wooden stairs, carrying planks and various tools in their hands.
Colin led the way at the forefront.
The solid cabin muffled the roar of the violent storm outside, making the sound of water flowing within some part of the cabin much clearer.
Such a sound meant the damage must be significant.
The sailors' complexions were panicked and unsightly.
At sea, there's nothing worse than a damaged cabin, let alone during a violent storm.
Had it not been for the steady figure of the wizard ahead, they would have likely descended into sheer panic and despair.
"Quick, quick, quick!"
Riel pushed himself to follow close behind Colin, urging the sailors behind him to keep up.
Down the stairs they went, passing the first and second decks.