A huge storm; the boom of thunder.
The lonely voyage squadron that lacked help seemed like a weak chicken, shivering under the might of the heavens. Even the courageous Little Green was so scared that he returned to the deck, as the torrential rain pelted down like a waterfall.
Tens of thousands of men had to withstand the rain to scoop water out. The moment the water seeped into the cabin, their food and grain would turn moldy and cause diseases if eaten or kept.
As for sinking, that was temporarily not a problem. Their ships all used advanced water ight technology, so the current rainwater was not enough to capsize them.
There was a common phrase, 'Misfortune never comes alone.'
The true test for the voyage squadron was still to come.
In the rain, amidst the choppy waters, hundreds of tentacles suddenly rose up. Each limb was as thick as a waist.
Their massive suction cups were clearly visible and seemed like giant meat plates.
