Whether alive or dead, as long as they aren't swept into the Pacific Ocean by ocean currents, there's at least a glimmer of hope.

Isn't this kind of extreme weather also a challenge?

The waves grew larger and larger, and everyone on the boat felt like they were on a roller coaster—thrilling and exciting.

We couldn't sit still or stand up straight. If we could tie ourselves to something, we did so. Otherwise, when a wave came, we would all be thrown about and jostled against each other.

At this point, it doesn't matter whether the ship is big or small. Even if an aircraft carrier comes, we'll probably have no choice but to hide.

"Captain, if you can bring us back to Hong Kong alive, I'll buy you a big boat later," Xing Baohua said to the captain at the helm.

"We'll talk about getting to shore alive first, but I'll remember what you said. I need a fishing boat of a thousand tons!"

"I'll give you a 10,000-ton oil tanker."

"Tch, can't sail it, no experience! I'd rather run a fishing boat, a bigger boat can go further." The boat captain stared at the dark outside, seemingly focused on something.

Apart from the shaker and a few people who vomited from being shaken, everyone else looked pale.

Only the boat captain and Xing Baohua remained relatively calm.

Although the journey was fraught with danger, the fact that such a small, dilapidated fishing boat withstood the test of the wind and waves suggests that the boat is of good quality.

The captain also relied on the ship's mechanical instruments and his experience to steer the ship towards Hong Kong.

As dawn breaks through the dark clouds, a sliver of light appears, while the howling wind whips up giant waves, creating a visually terrifying scene.

It's not a big deal if you can't see anything in the dark; you can just imagine it. But if you can see a giant wave coming from afar, it will scare you so much that your lips will tremble.

Xing Baohua raised his hand to check the time. If the ship was sailing at normal speed, it should arrive at the port around nine o'clock in the morning.

But now, we don't know where we are. There are no large ships passing by, and no landmarks to refer to. Only the captain knows exactly where we are.

"Captain, where are we now? How much longer until we arrive?"

"Who knows where we are, and I don't know how long it will take. There are landmarks in the Hong Kong sea area, but I can't see them, which means we haven't arrived yet."

That was the truth.

Two hours later, the wind and waves subsided slightly, but the rain was still falling.

It was eight o'clock in the morning when the fishing boat's crew brought over some hard biscuits, but no one had an appetite.

Besides, it's so hard.

"Use the radio to call the Maritime Safety Administration and ask where we are," Xing Baohua said, pointing to the radio station.

"It can't be turned on, turning it on would cause trouble," the boat captain replied, without explaining how it would cause trouble.

Around 5 p.m., the boat captain pointed ahead and said, "Do you see that coastline over there? That's Kinmen."

"Just entered the strait?"

"We're only able to get here thanks to Mazu's blessing and the Dragon King's kindness in not taking us in. What more do you want?" the boat captain replied irritably.