Over the Devil's Sea, layers of dark clouds began to pile up in the distant sky.
A cargo ship bearing the Blue Tongue Marine emblem suddenly slowed down.
"The danger index of the waters ahead is starting to rise. Judging from the swirling clouds and the degree of sea wind, there's a certain chance of forming a sea wall," the navigator in a blue-and-yellow uniform mumbled quietly as he gazed at the distant sky.
"Should we still sail through?" the captain asked.
The navigator hesitated for a moment: "If it's just strong winds, we should be able to make it through. But if a sea wall really forms..."
The navigator also became indecisive. After all, this was the Devil's Sea. Even though their ship had weathered many battles, they would still be doomed if they encountered a sea wall, a catastrophe capable of capsizing them. However, sea walls were not so easily formed. While there's some chance, it's only about one in thirty. Perhaps they could take the gamble.
