Storm

"Dad, are we going fishing so early too?"

A small fishing boat on the dock.

A child of about ten years old forced open his sleepy eyes and asked.

The father was untying the ropes attached to the dock, preparing to set sail.

"The world has changed again recently. I heard from those who have returned that the storms have gotten bigger."

"However, I heard that the dangerous, damned fog outside has receded considerably, and some people have gone to explore it, but the fog has also become much denser."

"I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

The father continued talking to himself, not caring whether his son could understand him or not.

But what she said next frightened her son.

"The Great Ruin is coming. Aren't you afraid of those terrifying Eldritch Beings monsters?"

The child nodded; those were what he feared most.

"If we're afraid, then we should set sail early to catch more fish, so we won't have to be so busy later, and we can safely hide in the church of the Esoteric Order of Dagon."

May the great Sleeping God bless us.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."

After untying the ropes, the father clasped his hands and prayed.

He then uttered a string of obscure and incomprehensible words, which did not seem to be the language that humans or any known life form could create.

His father didn't really understand either, but it was passed down to him by Potions in the Esoteric Order of Dagon who had obtained power from Cthulhu.

Tell him that this is a prayer to the great being Cthulhu.

The child, mimicking his father, began to pray.

And she regained consciousness and began helping her father with chores.

The steam engine started, the boiler burned, and the child threw in the coal piled up in the warehouse.

In today's Steam City, the once rare sight of white steam has begun to billow into the sky through chimneys.

Magic Energy has become widespread, and the performance improvements it brings are unmatched by steam engines.

However, using a steam engine still has one advantage: coal is cheaper than Magic Energy.

The problem is that steam engines are hard to find now; the steam engines used on their ships are all inherited from their ancestors.

Furthermore, the fishing boats are also equipped with Magic Energy machines, but they are generally only used when returning to port.

Having determined the direction to move forward, he looked at his son, whose entire body was covered in black soot from burning charcoal.

His father patted his head. "When we have money next year, we'll get a bigger, fully Magic Energy fishing boat, then we won't need to burn charcoal anymore."

Hearing this, the son exclaimed happily, "I want to be the captain!"

As they sailed further into the distance, they reached the waters where schools of fish were found two days later.

The father lit the lights around the fishing boat to attract the fish, and then cast the large nets to catch them.

The strangely shaped, incredibly ugly fish gradually gathered together.

Each pull was a rather good harvest.

The father wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face beaming with excitement.

If all goes well, we should be able to fill the ship's hold and return early this time.

But if nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected is about to occur.

Unbeknownst to them, the sky gradually darkened.

This is a sign that a storm is coming.

But the father didn't pay attention at first, based on experience, he thought it would be a long time before the full storm arrived.

Before the full arrival of the season, despite the small size of his fishing boat.

But it was sturdy enough, something he was absolutely certain of; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to lead them safely out of so many giant waves and storms.

But as time passed, a thin layer of mist began to spread again under the gloomy sky.

The father frowned; this was not a good thing.

It would be bad if we got lost at sea.

The father decided to begin the return journey.

After packing up all the fishing gear, the fishing boat started up again.

But as they continued sailing, they were initially able to roughly determine their direction through experience.

The fog behind them grew thicker and thicker, and with the clouds obscuring the view, no light could penetrate except for the lights from their own fishing boats.

The entire sea was pitch black, and the areas illuminated by the lights were filled with swirling mist.

They were like a lone boat adrift on a bottomless abyss, and no one knew what terrifying things might exist within it.

Having lost their way, the father dared not drive recklessly, lest they stray further and further away.

We had no choice but to stop here temporarily and wait for the fog to dissipate.

They also turned on the emergency lights on the fishing boat, hoping that other passing fishing boats would see them.

The child stared in terror at the pitch-black surroundings, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Father, I'm scared. Aren't we going back?"

His father immediately calmed him down.

"Don't be afraid. Being afraid will only make you more terrified. Have you forgotten what I told you before?"

"We should revere the Sea of Death, but not be afraid. Fear will only cause more bad things to happen, understand?"

The child nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Sweetie, we'll head back as soon as the fog clears."

They waited for the fog to dissipate, but things didn't go as they hoped.

A strong wind blew at sea, but the fog did not dissipate.

Instead, it seemed to grow even denser, churning wildly in the gale, accompanied by the howling wind, like the wailing of menacing ghosts.

Even more terrifying.

The strong winds created waves that began to make the fishing boats rock violently.

The storm may be coming sooner than expected.

The father frowned; this was the worst weather he had ever experienced, bar none.

Although the child tried his best to maintain the fear his father had told him not to be afraid, his eyes were already filled with terror.

We must leave this place now, even if we're going the wrong way.

The steam engine was discontinued, and a more powerful Magic Energy engine was activated.

Amidst the tossing and turning of the strong winds and high waves, the fishing boat began to sail again.

But as the voyage continued forward, although the fog cleared a little, the wind and waves grew even stronger.

Huge waves crashed over, slamming heavily onto the fishing boat, making it teeter on the brink of collapse.

I feel like I could fall into this bottomless abyss at any moment.

The father is trying his best to steer the ship, but it's all in vain.

The course that had just been corrected was immediately swayed off course by a giant wave.

In the face of such wind and waves, their fishing boats are like toys.

He even wondered if he had gone the wrong way and was heading towards the eye of the storm.

But all those ideas were quickly shattered by a giant wave.

The impact nearly capsized the fishing boat, scattering its contents everywhere, and the father and child were also thrown onto the boat.

The father, his head bleeding, covered his head and quickly hugged his wailing child.

He knew that this time they were probably doomed, and could only pray that they could weather the storm.

Although the father knew the chances were slim, as a giant wave could capsize their boat at any moment.

But the father began to pray; it was the only thing he could do at that moment.

But just as the father finished praying, the child he was holding immediately pointed in a direction and shouted:

"Look! There's light! It looks like a ship is coming!"

The father opened his eyes and looked in the direction his son was pointing.

Amidst the distant storm and mist, a ghostly green light emanated, revealing the silhouette of a large ship.

And it sailed straight toward them, undeterred by the storm.

The father was stunned when he saw the silhouette of the large ship, because that type of ship had been obsolete for decades.

Moreover, I have never seen any ships using green lights.