"Huh?"
Ewen felt like his head was about to explode. He could no longer understand the direction of these events. Indeed, art comes from life but must exceed it.
If he went through a few more life-threatening events like this, Ewen felt he could quickly gather material for another book.
"Hmm? Are you angry? I'm sorry about what happened before..."
Seeing Ewen's expression wasn't right, Palmer repeatedly explained.
"No..."
Ewen shook his head, struggling to pull his hand away from Palmer's grip.
"It just hurts a bit."
Opening his hand, the alarming cut on his palm bled out under Palmer's tender kneading, staining red.
…
The rain poured down in torrents; the wild wind swept across the deck like ten thousand flying birds.
The pirate ship advanced at full speed, and its solid ram carved a large hole in the side of the big ship, like a beast having its belly bitten through, leaving its soft and fragile innards exposed, billowing with thick black smoke.
