The giant yawned because he was sleepy.
His sleepiness came from boredom.
He was bored because the people on those islands could not come out of the fog, nor could he enter it, and there were no ships or other people on the sea.
That was because, before then, he had shouted into the distance.
Four hours later, a gale suddenly rose over that calm stretch of distant ocean, blowing the sails round as a child's puffed-out cheeks and making them flap noisily.
The wind scattered the clouds above the sea, revealing the azure sky, yet thunder rang out-the giant's shout, distorted by space and time.
A divine ship from Penglai Island was sailing calmly and merrily into the depths of the ocean.
This divine ship was bound for the islands out at sea, then for the even more distant Other Continent, and would return seven years later.
Yet this ambitious voyage was forced to a halt by the sudden wind and thunder.
The shipowner walked to the very front of the deck, squinting against the wind, and waved his right hand, signaling the winged scout, who was swaying incessantly in the gale and narrowly escaping danger, to hurry back.
With a soft slap, the winged man landed on the deck and folded his wings, lingering fear still on his face.
"It has been ten years since you brought me from the continent to sea, but I have never encountered anything so strange."
The wind gradually died down, but the shipowner's eyes remained narrowed, giving him an air of wisdom and experience. "This is a warning from the Sea God," he said.
It was the first time the winged man had heard the name Sea God. Astonished, he asked, "The Sea God?"
The shipowner said with feeling, "Back then, this