The salty smell of seawater soaking the wooden boards and drying them hit my face, and even the wind blew on my shirt, as if they were stained with salt grains, causing an illusionary itch.
The darkness slowly dissipated, and the vision settled, and Zis found himself standing at the bow of the ship, stepping on a broken wooden plank, crouching on the wooden side of the ship.
In front of him was an endless sea, with dark yellow waves rolling and stretching, the sea surface was pure and clean as if it had been freshened by wind and rain, there were no reefs, and there were no other ships.
The sky is close to the edge of the sea, the amber color of dusk is mottled like fish scales above the head, and clusters of yellow clouds are rolling far and near, floating or motionless, silent.
[Dung
