Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 294

“You do this every time you come here, and yet every time you visit me again, it always goes back to your
pocket. Are you sure there is still a chance of him being-”
“Yes, I am certain. Please.”
“If you’re so insistent, there is nothing I can do, is there?”
I smiled, and returned to my ship.
We sailed all of two weeks, until we approached the daunting waters in Gulf of XiānLuó. Peril was in the
horizon. Every single time we passed by this mystical bay, jeopardy would come lurking in the shadows of
the deep sea.
This time was no different.
Propelling forward, tremors were sent directly to our ship in an instant, as though the ocean telling us not to
proceed in the perimeters and warning us of the host of hazards that lay beyond this area.
With determination, we continued moving.