The Caribbean Sea in May was like a willful wild god, casually showing off its savage side. Gales howled, sweeping across the sky; dark clouds piled low, pressing down on the sea; Thunder exploded, crashing between the boats; waves rose like mountains! This storm that filled the heavens was the wild god's free dance, never caring about the life or death, survival or ruin of mortals.
Yet when the supreme Main God displayed His majesty, stretching out an invisible palm and taking away the gloom that had covered the sky, the wild god lowered its head and admitted fault. The storm that filled the heavens scattered in an instant! In only a few moments, brilliant sunlight fell from the blue sky, shining ripples over the calm sea and lighting the shells on the beach in a riot of colors.
"Ah, this damned heaven really is blind! Just now it was pitch-black, like the Abyss under the earth, and now it's opened up bright and clear, turned into the Divine Kingdom. Ha! It's treating the fleet like toys, tossing us around on the sea for fun. You really are blind!"
Old militiaman Chiwako widened his eyes, staring at the clear sky where the clouds and mist had vanished, so shocked his mouth would not close. A moment later, he lifted his head to the sky and cursed furiously, venting the fear that had built up for so long in the terrifying storm.
"You blind bastard! You rotten thing! Tossing us this way, tossing us that! The anger in my belly and the strength in my body have all been tossed away by you! You really are blind!."
"Ah! Praise the Main God. He watches over us and has let us endure His trial! He has generously bestowed light, guiding us to