The pitch-dark rainy night seemed to be warmed only by the flickering firelight inside the numerous tents at the camp.
The sailors on watch looked at the lights in the camp from a distance, huddled with their guns in the muddy water, occasionally taking a sip of liquor to warm their bodies, or quietly grumbling a complaint. However, their situation was much better than those who stayed on the ship, where they not only had to endure the ship's harsh environment but also contend with storms that could arise at any time.
There was a joke in Colin Ishurian, when people were still boys, they dreamed of going on board a ship, but when boys turned to men, they dreamed of getting off the ship.
