Splash, splash, splash, splash, splash, splash...
Squeak... Squeak...
The sound of the wind, the rain, and the deformation of the wooden structure of the battleship constantly filled the crew's ears.
The storm, which had lasted for two days, was still raging. Although the wind and waves had diminished somewhat by now, it was still very dangerous for a sailboat sailing alone at sea.
One could only say that the open sea was indeed impressive; after the weather changed, it felt as if one had entered another world. At least in the coastal areas, Aiven had never encountered a storm of this magnitude.
In this natural disaster, the Black Sea lived up to its name. The seawater, black as ink, rose high like continuous mountain peaks, and the "Conch" was like an apple, rolling from one "peak" to another, endlessly.
