Whakarongo Pōtatau drank a pot of water as he felt his throat parched, and as he was drinking, in the corner of his eyes, he noticed something. It was a black dot that was gradually enlarging. Unsure, he squinted his eyes for a better view, and it was land. He smiled, causing the wrinkles on his face to look like a dried-up riverbed.
" We are here, get up, you brats, " he walked over to the cabin and kicked a few boys who were sleeping without a care in the world.
"Ah"
The young adults were startled awake, they looked around in vigilance, but seeing the blue ocean everywhere, they relaxed.
Rangiwhenua Te Aho, who was irritable after being rudely woken up, angrily glared at his grandfather, " What happened, old man, have the evil spirits taken over your body or something? "
Whakarongo Pōtatau's expression immediately turned ugly, ' this brat '. Without hesitation, he kicked his grandson in the back and growled, " We are almost at the port, get ready to disembark. "
