Amidst the Downpour Wheel of Destiny — Morimens

My boat was tightly entwined by something; the propeller struggled strenuously, making terrifying sounds. Cumulonimbus clouds gathered above us, with lightning surging through the dark clouds. The moment a thunderbolt struck the mast, the propeller broke free and started spinning again. I sighed with relief, but the chief engineer began to scream. A viscous liquid mixed into the seawater, and in the wild storm outside, the smell was carried away by the wind, leaving only the scent of death in my nose. But I realized that the glowing liquid was some kind of blood. My dearest companion, my most trusted ship, gave her all before sinking—her blades, which should have sliced through the water, had severed the monster's tentacles. This is a good omen! We'll soon be out of the storm! I was about to comfort my crew with this thought when, as I looked up, a light appeared in the center of the dark sea. A lighthouse? How could it be? No, impossible. We're in the middle of the ocean. The nearest land is hundreds of miles away. How could anyone build a lighthouse here? My sailors began to cry, pray, and sing songs of home in unison. Then, the lighthouse abruptly went out. All light vanished, and the roaring storm turned into a drizzle on the deck. The sailors praised the merciful Lord, immersed in the joy of surviving the ordeal. But I saw it clearly. The figure that disappeared in the light was indeed a graceful woman.