As an island in the South Pacific, this place had no measures in place to deal with typhoons. After all, in theory, it would never encounter one in its lifetime.
Therefore, when that wind beyond all limits descended, the buildings on the island began to shake.
The sounds of things falling from shelves rose one after another, but even louder were the crashes of signs being torn from rooftops and blown away.
The higher up one went, the faster the wind blew.
Clang—
An advertising sign was blown into the sky. The sign, heavy enough to kill one or two people, spun like a sheet of paper before being torn to pieces by the gale.
In almost an instant, the sky in Lu Ban's field of vision was occupied by the typhoon.
Rolling thunder caused the windowpanes to tremble faintly. Lightning flickered in and out among the dark clouds, as though it might strike the earth the next moment, inspiring dread.
Smack, smack, smack—
Some windows and doors that had not been properly closed banged violently in the wind. Raindrops began to fall, and within a few short seconds, they became a torrential downpour, merging the sky and sea into one.
The wind continued to strengthen.
On the sea near the island, ships preparing to return to port bobbed on the waves. One swell followed another, gradually rising higher and higher. Soon, the waves had surpassed the tops of the ships. Some smaller boats were overturned outright by the waves, their occupants crying for help in the murky seawater, while several larger ships tried to remain steady amid the endless, mountain-like swells. But the sea gave them no such chance. The merciless gale overturned them and sent them surging toward the harbor.
Boom—
A massive ship slammed into the harbor