It is normal for the sea to be relatively calm when there is no wind.
But no matter when, even if the ship lost its power, it would still drift on the ocean, it wouldn't be still.
Yet now, the water around the ship was streaklessly still, without a ripple, the surrounding water like it has turned into ice, completely smooth and frozen, with the whole ship appearing like an object embedded in the ice, fixed solidly.
However, when the people aboard the ship looked far away, they realized that the only place where abnormalities were happening was where their ship was located.
All the Burmese crew members who originally drove the ship, lay on the deck, pressing their foreheads to the ground, continuously murmuring something, clearly attributing the current situation to a realm beyond human power—There's no way to resist, they could only pray.
"What's going on? What's happening?"
"Move the ship forward! Why is the ship not moving?"
"Which part has broken down?"
