No matter what, the ship was safe, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
The fire grew longer when it came into contact with the wind, and with the help of these mutated creatures, it was gradually going out of control. Some people were still hiding in the cabin, not daring to come out. Once the temperature rose, the cabin door would be scalded, and it would be even more difficult to come out.
When the group retreated to the right side of the cabin, there were still some people crying for 'help', but no one paid any attention.
Thunder rumbled in the air, and a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, lighting up the sky.
Following the sound of thunder, a drop of water fell and hit the deformed bowstring that was grabbed by the seabirds, but it was quickly evaporated by the fire.
