The Giant yawned, because he felt sleepy.
He felt sleepy because of the boredom.
He felt bored because the residents on the islands couldn't come out from the fog, and he couldn't enter the fog; in addition, there was no boat or any human being on the ocean.
He had shouted to the distant place earlier on.
Four hours later, a violent wind rose on the surface of the calm ocean in that distant place, the sails being blown by the wind like the bulging cheek of a little child, making loud whistling sounds.
The clouds over the ocean were scattered by the violent wind. The thunder somehow could be heard in the blue sky, which was the Giant's shout that had been warped by the space and time.
A godly boat from the Penglai Island was traveling calmly and joyfully toward the deep part of the ocean.
This godly boat was to go to the cluster of islands first, then travel further to the Alien Land and return in seven years.