Dawn broke, and the wind began to rise.
The ocean roared, winds howled, and the sea was ravaged by waves and gales. Fore waves drew in aft ones; aft waves pushed the fore, clashing waves met clouds, and clouds engulfed waves, twisting into a fray, they clashed and collided like a charging army, rumbling and roaring, surging forward in relentless pursuit.
Though the Fishery Administration Ship was moored to a small dock, anchored and secured with several ropes, it was still tossed about like a leaf at the mercy of the giant waves, at times flung skyward, at others crashed down, making it feel as if the ship would capsize.
The duty sailor could hardly keep his footing, clutching the handrail for dear life, all movable items crashing and tossing about without any sense of order—tea cups and notebooks were strewn everywhere.
Suddenly, another giant wave surged, rising over ten feet high, splashing all over the pilothouse glass, completely obscuring the view outside.
