A Mischievous Strike!?

How amazing!

Something a certain fuzzy toy bear, who had suddenly gotten the urge to watch the stars at night, had once said had actually come true in the darkest moment just before dawn?

Just as the red sun of dawn was about to rise above the horizon, after the sailing ship had spent the entire night at sea and was almost ready to reach the southern waters of the Sea of the Watchers, where they could prepare to launch into the thrilling—or perhaps fruitless—hunt for sea beasts, a kind of weather that every sailor aboard considered one of the most terrifying and chilling things imaginable was rapidly brewing over the ocean...

Almost everyone could clearly see the sky-darkening clouds in the faintly brightening sky, see them gathering madly and spreading over the waters where their ship sailed:

A terrifying storm had launched a merciless surprise attack on this stretch of deep sea, where the medium-sized sailing ship had gone hunting!!

The storm had come so suddenly that even the sleepy helmsman, the first to notice it, hadn't had time to call up the crew sleeping soundly below deck and steer the ship as far away as possible from the storm's path. Those terrifying gales, monstrous waves, and torrential rains had already swept down upon the wooden sailing ship, which had been at sea for a day and a night.

Of course,

The storm wasn't targeting only this sailing ship, which floated on the water like an inconspicuous leaf. It encompassed this entire boundless ocean, stretching so far that its farthest reaches couldn't be seen!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two sailors on watch, who'd been fast asleep and hadn't even climbed into the basket at the top of the mainmast to check the situation, were now ringing the ship's alarm