Boom boom boom!
Footprints dried on the moist wooden boards, Little Otter stacked two towels, lifted his rear, and ran across the deck, from east to west, from south to north, sweeping away the dust, leaving it spotless.
The Golden Haired Monkey climbed up the mast, hoisting the canvas, and shouted to the boars on the shore.
"Creak."
The doors swung open, raising a cloud of dust.
Like a quiet day, a traveler returns to their hometown cottage, sealed by years of dust.
Afternoon sunlight gently beamed down, the brown fur shimmered in the light, every detail apparent, the ship's rudder quietly stood at the helm plate, never leaving its place.
Otter Kai ascended step by step, the sunlight casting shadows, half-lit and half-dark.
A hand gently caressed the wood pole with a patina.
Since the Heavenly God crowned a king, the Creation Treasure Ship had long been docked, with no need for vessels in warfare; even the Little Shen Dragon temporarily served as White Cloud Palace.
