"It seems we got on the wrong ship."
Wen Shu gently pushed open the cabinet door, pulling Wu Xuan as they ran toward the deck. As they stepped out of the cabin, a gust of howling sea wind surged up, dousing them with seawater.
"Watch out!"
Wu Xuan shielded her in time, but a few drops still splashed onto her face, freezing cold, colder than winter snow.
Wen Shu didn't mind this; she wiped her face, gripped the railing tightly, and looked back to find the ship moving at an absurd speed, the pier already a blur.
Only heavy fog, the turbulent dark sea, and the white trails left by the ship cutting through the water were present in front of her.
Another wave, over ten meters high, rose from the right, the dark seawater reflecting the glazed lamp lights, like a massive abyssal mouth slamming down on the ship.
Wen Shu widened her eyes, feeling a tinge of fear, while the beastmen on the deck cheered excitedly.
