There was no moon today, and the pitch-black waves undulated.
Once inside, there were no currents in the South Pacific, but any waves indicated a not-so-small weather front, a vast ocean swept by a powerful wind.
Last night the moon was more than half full, tonight it had vanished without a trace; this did not conform to the basic law of the moon's appearance, thus something else in the sky had covered it.
The only thing that could cover the moon in the sky was dark clouds.
Big winds, dark clouds, a slightly muggy air.
Any experienced sailor could easily tell that a storm was about to hit.
Bi Fang sat at the bow nibbling shark meat patties, sipping water from his wooden cup; he only dared to eat such an amount of food when he was well-hydrated. He had to eat; a tough battle lay ahead.
The sails had been lowered early on.
All around was pitch darkness, devoid of any light, impossible to determine direction.
