Pushing open the window, the biting cold wind rushed in, causing the room's temperature to plummet. The drowsy Palmer glanced at Bologue, wrapped the blanket around himself silently, and turned over, sticking to the wall like a caterpillar.
Bologue didn't bother with Palmer, braving the cold wind, leaning out to look toward the horizon of the sea.
He remembered when he arrived at Free Port two days ago, that dark cloud was still at the sea's horizon. Now it had approached Free Port.
Wave after wave crashed against the dike, the rising seawater almost engulfing the dock's planks. This weather made it impossible to go to sea. All ships were docked, dropping heavy anchors, and the bulky ships swayed with the waves.
