On the stern deck, a lean man furiously cursed at another man at the helm: "Are you trying to get us all killed here!!!"
The helmsman's gaze was steadfast, and his hands gripping the wheel were steady, without the slightest tremble. He ignored his crewmate's shouting and calmly gave the order: "Maintain one-third of the sails!"
Sailing ships rely on strong winds to travel, but they can also be capsized by them.
People have marveled that "sails" tame the "wind", yet every captain knows deep down: when facing the true forces of the gods, all you can do is furl the sails and pray.
But now, that was not an option—at least not in the Furious Ocean.
Without sails, the ship could only be carried along by the waves.
And the waves of the Furious Ocean headed straight northwest—toward the direction of the Sand Sea.
Any ship that loses its sails in the Furious Ocean will be mercilessly smashed against the shore, eventually shattered helplessly over the reef-ridden shallows.
