The wild wind blowing from the sea swept across the entire South Los, causing ships in the port to bob up and down, while the seabirds had already vanished.
The sky darkened.
Cloud after cloud enveloped the area.
In the flickering lightning, thunder roared.
In a shelter avoiding the rain, several elderly laborers knelt, silently praying.
He hoped the storm would pass quickly.
Otherwise, with winter approaching, their homes might not withstand it.
In a warehouse far away, the warehouse manager lit a charcoal stove, warming up the chilly place thoroughly before he pulled out wine hidden under the bed—he knew today was another good day.
Because he could rest.
A carriage carrying the son of the warehouse owner, one of the heirs of the trading company, was rushing towards the seaside, urging the coachman,
"Faster!"
"Even faster!"
"I want to feel the breath of the storm!"
The young man standing on the roof of the carriage spread his arms wide, cheering loudly.
