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"I find it quite nice, a novel sensation."
"You'll regret that when the storm hits."
The old fisherman was well advanced in years, but he held no fear. It was just a pity for those two young girls, so young and yet courting death so recklessly.
"Rest assured, old man, the storm dares not harm me."
"What?"
The old fisherman didn't understand, and what happened next was something this seasoned mariner, who had fished the seas for decades, could not comprehend.
The direction of the waves was peculiar; the weather, which shouldn't have produced wind, suddenly gave rise to a favorable breeze, and its direction seemed to change by the minute.
However, regardless of how the wind blew, it always guided the fishing boat towards the most correct path, as if aided by divine force.
With his limited understanding, to the old fisherman's eyes, this was already an extraordinary event.
Luckily, he was merely a mortal, not a Child of Miracle.
