The sea had calmed by then, no longer raging as it had been, as if someone had soothed the ocean, quieting it down.
The sunlight shone on the water's surface, bathing Luo'er in warm rays that felt like soaking in a hot spring. The seawater, previously bone-chillingly cold, was now gradually warming up.
Had it not been for the scattered wreckage of the ships and the sailors struggling for survival, Luo'er would hardly have believed that they had just experienced a life-or-death disaster.
"Luo'er, give me your hand!" Tangmo reached out to Luo'er as the dinghy pulled up beside him.
Luo'er grabbed her hand, and with the help of everyone on board, was hauled onto the dinghy. After getting on, Luo'er struggled to remove the life-saving balloon attached to his wrist, and then adjusted the rifle on his back. It was these things that had caused him to keep sinking.
