Free Port, Wrecked Ship Shore.
The rain gradually intensified, dark clouds covered the sky, blocking out the sun.
The sea is always so unpredictable, with waves and fierce winds disturbing the coast, wave after wave crashing on the jagged remains of wrecked ships, breaking into white foam before returning to the sea.
"Hert once told me, he said the sea is like a mysterious and unpredictable lady."
Lebius's face was hidden under the black umbrella, his voice overpowered the wind and rain, clearly reaching Bologue's ears.
"You can never guess her temperament, you don't know whether the next moment she'll show you endless sunlight, or bring crashing thunderous winds and massive waves.
Sometimes she'll gently caress your cheek, sometimes she'll deliver a blow that leaves you both startled and fearful, yet full of desire.
