At the wharf, over a hundred fishing boats were huddled together, spreading out from the shore like fish scales.
In the middle of the night, no one set out to sea.
Looking up, there was no moon, no stars.
The sky today was darker than usual, an overcast day, and the air was much more humid than usual, bitterly cold.
Liang Qu could only pray that it wouldn't rain before he got back.
Wind and rain, wind and rain, rain often brings strong winds, and strong winds bring high waves, making boats easily capsize. If no one is watching, they can easily drift away.
The sampan didn't have an anchor; it used a large stone tied with a rope to stabilize the boat, which was somewhat effective, but not much.
There was no choice, even if it rained Liang Qu had to go, the Treasure Fish was right in front of him—he couldn't just not go.
