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The storm drew to a close in the early morning, and the once-turbulent sea surface returned to calm. Warm sunlight spilled over the water, creating ripples that sparkled beautifully. Song Jiu stood at the bow of the yacht, surveying the wreckage around him, his heart filled with joy at having survived. The sightseeing yacht had weathered the monstrous waves of the previous night, and Cao Zheng, Dai Wei, and Qianqian had fulfilled their promises, doing everything they could to ensure the safety of over twenty people on board as they braved the storm and welcomed the sunrise of a new day.
Of course, both the yacht and its crew paid a price for their daring actions. The luxury yacht was nearly destroyed; the deck was littered with damage from crashing waves, rainwater had flooded the cabins, and the cockpit had lost its roof due to the storm's fury. The upper deck swimming pool had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only twisted metal railings and a stern deck stripped bare, with water pooling everywhere. They had taken refuge in the cabin, thinking they had reached their limit with all the tossing and tilting, only to have subsequent collisions and rainwater flooding completely redefine their understanding of maritime storms.
The engine room on the lower deck was completely submerged, halting all machinery. The corridor leading to the sleeper cabins was filled with water, half of their dry rations soaked beyond use. In this chaos, firearms were also submerged, leaving them no time to salvage anything. When they finally emerged onto the deck, the sea surface had calmed down. The three leaned against the control panel as if they had just been pulled from the water; Dai Wei lay on his back, bloodied, while Cao Zheng and Qianqian clung tightly together, exhausted.
Song Jiu was unaware that Cao Zheng and Qianqian had brushed with death; in fact, those who survived were too busy to celebrate their narrow escape. They needed to drain water from the cabins and engine room, repair machinery, salvage supplies, dry clothes, assess their current position, and thoroughly inspect any damage to the yacht's hull. The sea surface was tranquil now, showing no signs of last night's violent turmoil; Song Jiu realized how little they understood about the ocean.
The yacht drifted slowly as crew members crawled out from the flooded cabins. Dr. Zhong checked Dai Wei and his companions for injuries, bandaging wounds and stopping bleeding. The sleeper cabin remained flooded for now; they could only rest on relatively intact parts of the deck. Under Qianqian's direction, others began emergency repairs and drainage from the engine room to the sleeper cabin, working tirelessly throughout the morning.
Fortunately amidst misfortune, one generator was burned out while a backup unit remained functional. The soaked rations were deemed unusable and were reluctantly tossed into the sea to feed fish. Thankfully, the water-making machine was unharmed; it seemed fate had spared them from complete ruin. As for clothing, these could be dried out with some effort in retrieval; however, their ammunition was entirely ruined—no one had anticipated flooding in the cabins.
The crew inside fared relatively well; minor bumps and bruises were manageable injuries. The three in charge of navigation suffered more serious injuries but none life-threatening. Cao Zheng and Qianqian had narrowly escaped death; Qianqian had been caught mid-air by a cable but felt no pain until after things calmed down when she noticed her aching waist. Dr. Zhong reassured her it was just soft tissue bruising that would heal with rest.
Cao Zheng and Dai Wei both sustained fractures—one in a shoulder and one in a rib. Dai Wei had been reckless during a massive wave that lifted off part of the cockpit roof and slammed down on him with tremendous force—likely comparable to being hit by a car. Fortunately, after that wave passed, strong currents pushed them away from danger; given that their yacht was lightweight, they avoided being fully submerged.
Afterward, it was Cao Zheng who took control of the helm while Dai Wei lay dazed for quite some time before realizing he was in pain under his right ribcage. According to Cao Zheng's account, he felt like he was at fate's mercy after that point—the engine stopped working midway through their ordeal—leaving them adrift without guidance under a torrential downpour while turbulent waters surged beneath them.
Luckily for them, tragedy did not continue; storms at sea often come and go swiftly. By midnight, winds calmed gradually even though rain persisted; at least waves were no longer as fierce. It was pitch black around them without emergency lights activated—everything looked like a frozen hellscape.
Cao Zheng intended to lead his companions back into the cabin but found stairs blocked by debris from above; there was no way to clear it under those conditions so they huddled behind the control panel for shelter from rain until early morning when heavy rains finally eased up somewhat. A hint of dawn appeared on the horizon—a faint golden glow signaled clearer skies ahead—and only then did they relax completely.
Inside the cabin wasn't as perilous as on deck but still caused considerable distress among everyone as they recalled Dai Wei's instructions to return to their sleeper cabin and secure themselves in safe positions. However, as soon as turbulence hit again it felt life-threatening; without any training for imbalance situations they rolled helplessly about—the ship tilted one way while bodies rolled another—furniture danced wildly until water began flooding into their quarters which finally provided some relief.
In Natalia's cabin near both ends of the yacht were disaster zones; especially at stern where a large hole had been smashed open allowing torrents of seawater mixed with rain to pour in relentlessly—the two rolled around inside until they realized something was wrong—the entire sleeper cabin became completely uninhabitable with water rising almost waist-high.
Song Jiu led Blonde Woman out of their cabin attempting to brave it up onto deck where previously Dai Wei said he would report updates via intercom but there hadn’t been any sound since then—Song Jiu couldn’t even be sure if those three were still alive or not.
Like Cao Zheng before them they struggled through water making their way up central stairs only to find exits blocked—those below couldn’t ascend while those above couldn’t descend—and just then another wave crashed down sending torrents cascading from above back towards them while other doors opened and closed chaotically inside as furniture flew about creating utter pandemonium—it felt like an impending collapse awaited everyone’s fate.
Those hours felt like descending from heaven into hell only to claw back into reality again; psychological states shifted rapidly—when everyone finally climbed back onto deck feeling intense sunlight upon them tears streamed down faces regardless of gender as shouts erupted—they longed to embrace those three pilots who’d guided them through this ordeal.
It truly felt miraculous that no lives were lost aboard despite extensive damage or missing items which could be overlooked—if they could endure just one more day this journey would be deemed successful. Gazing at calm waters surrounding them Song Jiu let out a long howl towards heaven drawing attention from busy crew members nearby.
“It's good to be alive,” Song Yao said wringing out her T-shirt before hanging it on makeshift ropes—limited space filled only with men and women clad in underwear—having narrowly escaped disaster drying clothes became paramount; no one wanted to survive a storm only to succumb later due illness.
“Yeah—it feels like a dream,” Song Jiu replied with a grin quickly averting his gaze since being siblings made it awkward given Song Yao’s alluring figure which he found hard not to stare at.
At that moment Yang Xiaomeng’s bikini finally came into play—it’s strange how even though both are essentially swimwear bikinis somehow feel more revealing than regular underwear yet convey an entirely different vibe altogether. Men felt shy glancing at women wearing shorts but once donned in bikinis everyone seemed comfortable without any qualms about it.
Wu Wentao sat on one side wearing swim trunks—having previously planned on quitting smoking when tobacco still existed—but now all his stock ruined he suddenly craved cigarettes again holding damp remnants spread across deck seemingly intending to dry them out for future use while bikini-clad girls passed by him unnoticed.
Jin Bo and Cao Zheng changed clothes wiping off wet hair before returning below deck carrying toolboxes—the engine required repairs while Dai Wei struggled moving about so Cao Zheng reluctantly took charge instead—both men sported thick body hair dancing wildly against ocean breezes making Song Jiu envious.
A cool finger brushed against Song Jiu’s back causing him to startle turning around finding Song Yao gazing at him concernedly gently caressing his spine. “These injuries?” she asked having never seen his upper body before even during cave battles where she hadn’t paid attention until today revealing horrifying scars across his skin.
“Old wounds—it’s nothing,” Song Jiu chuckled awkwardly wrapping himself in a damp blanket feeling embarrassed compared against others’ tattoos or muscular physiques while his body bore crisscrossing whip marks instead.
Speaking of tattoos survivors found solace in discovering new hobbies amidst chaos—a former cave heroine blended seamlessly into this group forgotten pasts resurfacing unexpectedly revealing hidden aspects previously unnoticed among peers.
That girl named Jasmine aged around twenty-four or five bore tattoos resembling floral patterns across her neck similar to Big Peony or Zebra Stripes from before—the name stuck due her inked designs visible now flaunting her figure clad in a backless swimsuit showcasing an impressive tattoo sprawling across her entire back depicting an enraged dragon monk...
People often claimed larger frames suited bigger tattoos yet here she proved otherwise displaying unique beauty despite delicate stature captivating everyone’s attention as she revealed more ink covering various parts beyond just neck or back leaving little concealed beneath her bikini barely covering essentials drawing crowds akin exhibition pieces surrounding Jasmine unabashedly showcasing artistry behind each design explaining how she herself worked as tattoo artist crafting most inked pieces within caves...
“Wow—that’s beautiful!” Jiao Ziqian exclaimed rushing forward pointing towards Jasmine’s ankle adorned with intricate floral designs asking eagerly: “Hey girl! Once we’re ashore can you do one for me too?”
“Guys shouldn’t get something like this,” Jasmine chuckled bemusedly knowing full well Jiao Ziqian wasn’t first nor last seeking such artful inkings...
“Well—I want what you have on your back,” he insisted excitedly having only scars decorating his own wanting something more meaningful than mere marks left behind...
Hearing agreement made him ecstatic scanning surroundings suddenly spotting treasure leaning closer whispering: “How about you get one too?”
“No thanks—I heard it hurts,” Ying Dou Dou shook head recalling painful memories causing her cheeks flush recalling past experiences painfully squeezing him lightly...
“How about something smaller? Like that,” Jiao Ziqian suggested mischievously eyeing Jasmine’s lower abdomen where intricate vine-like patterns snaked downward partially obscured by palm-sized swimsuit hinting at hidden designs beneath...
Ying Dou Dou blushed furiously glaring daggers at him feeling flustered yet ultimately young people adjusted quickly after facing life-and-death situations shifting focus elsewhere avoiding lingering shadows haunting thoughts...
Luo Yu Yuan An along others observed ocean waves nearby waiting patiently while water-making machines remained inactive thankfully buckets stored within hallways sealed preventing contamination...
A group of girls gathered together framed against azure skies creating stunning scenery—sensing gazes upon them Luo Yu turned catching sight of Song Jiu momentarily locking eyes before quickly averting glances away...
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