In the dead of night, under the gaze of the searchlights, only a faint white mist could be illuminated.
The seawater writhed like a monster, constantly caressing the hull, its hungry tongue licking, raising waves of spine-chilling water sounds.
Sailing at night felt like navigating through Hell.
The grandeur and splendor of the daylight turned into a sinister and terrifying oppression at night.
Yet on the deck, a bonfire had been ignited, a scene of jubilation.
The shattered pieces of furniture were piled together, doused with gasoline, and erupted into roaring flames, lighting up the dark faces filled with joy.
It was as if they were in a frenzy.
People with guns slung over their shoulders sang merrily; food, snacks, raw meat, and flour scavenged from the cabins were put together haphazardly, stuffed into their pockets, then into their mouths.
