Thus, when night fell, the water's surface would grow calm, as no one dared to linger.
In the past, some stubborn people had tried their luck, hoping to catch more while everyone else was heading back.
But in the end? They were struck by lightning until they were like charcoal, their bodies charred black, dying a gruesome death.
Others who couldn't make it home in time were struck by lightning and instantly obliterated, leaving not even bones behind.
The power of the lightning had served as a warning, paid for with countless lives. No one dared to gamble with their own.
Everyone did their best to rush home before dark. Even if they couldn't make it, they'd find a safe piece of land to take shelter, refusing to remain on the water.
"Please, give me a ride!"
"Some bastard punctured my inflatable raft! I'm not a good swimmer, I can't make it back. I'll die if I stay out here!"
