Two days later, sure enough, just as Annie had said, the violent storm gradually subsided.
Sunlight filtered through the clouds, spilling over the earth like golden gauze and bringing a little warmth and light to the island.
On the distant horizon, a brilliant rainbow shimmered faintly, like a beautiful gift bestowed upon people by nature.
"Heave-ho!" "Heave-ho!" "Heave-ho!"
Accompanied by deep, powerful shouts, the shore was a scene of bustling activity.
A large crowd of sturdy pirates worked together to haul battered pirate ships ashore. Their muscles were taut and their expressions focused, as though they were engaged in a grueling tug-of-war with the sea.
Every experienced pirate had a basic understanding of ship repairs. They might not be able to bring a ship back from the dead, but these pirates could still carry out simple repairs.
In the dense woods, groups of pirates armed with axes and saws were busy felling trees.
Their movements were practiced and their teamwork seamless, each swing of an axe accurately bringing down a large tree.
Dunn stood a short distance away, watching the bustling scene before him.
Dunn knew perfectly well that if they really intended to make this island their base, their current crude camps certainly would not do.
So, as soon as the storm subsided, he had set the pirates to logging and construction. They did not need to build a magnificent palace, but at the very least, they needed houses that people could live in for a long time.
Above all, the houses had to withstand storms like the one they had just experienced. Given the island's location, storms of that intensity would probably be frequent.
With the main shipping route under the mystical protection of the [Traveler], extreme weather there was greatly reduced. Correspondingly, extreme weather was more common