The ship was worse for wear. The railing had broken in multiple places, but worst of all was the mast, which had splintered in two and come crashing down.
It was now tangled in the rigging and was slowly falling further down. It was creaking loudly, and the railing underneath was about to give out.
The weather was horrid, and the rain pelted down on them all, stinging their faces and soaking their clothes within mere minutes.
Xue Wei hurried back into the main room under the deck and laid the sleeping Luoluo on a bench. He secured her with a rope so that she would not fall off, and then he returned outside to assist the others in weathering the storm.
"We have to cut the mast free!" one of the sailors yelled against the wind. His words were lost in the driving rain and wind, so he had no other option than to brace himself against the elements and move towards the group of experts, who were unsure of how to help.