The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

Both Haredas and Nami, the old and the young, underestimated the intensity of the storm, and tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

A black-grey column of wind circled low over the deserted island, like an invisible giant hand gripping the ground. The broken walls and ruins had long been torn into dust, and grass and trees mixed with gravel rose into the air, weaving a chaotic web under the lead-grey sky.

The century-old tree danced wildly in the wind like a snake, and finally the whole tree was uprooted. The twisted roots rolled up a huge amount of soil, and the crown tilted like a broken umbrella and sank into the clouds.

An old man and a young boy huddled in the corner of the collapsed stone house, their backs against the only stone pillar that had not been overturned. The abandoned house was drafty on all sides and was not a place to stay for long.

His body felt as if it had flown like a kite with a broken string, and he could only cling tightly to a stone half a man's height. It was the heaviest piece of the stone house's foundation, and its edges had been worn smooth by time, making it icy and harsh to the touch.

In the corner of his eye, Nami's backpack, the rotten metal weapons, and even the fragments of pottery that had been buried a few days ago were all spinning in the wind and flying into the sky.

The small stone was carried by the wind and hit Nami's face. She screamed in pain, "Old man, think of a way quickly, this house can't last long"!

The sound of the wind overhead was like the roar of a giant beast, mixed with the crisp sound of breaking wood, and something heavy slammed "bang" against the stone wall ten meters away.

It turned out to be half a metal door, the paint had peeled off long ago, and in the blink of an eye it was blown into the air by the wind, turning into a rolling black dot in the sky.

Nami didn't dare to look up, and could only hold the stone tightly with her teacher. She could only hear the huge stone in her arms whistling in the wind, but no one dared to let go, for if they let go, they would become a piece of debris in the storm.

The storm was still roaring. In the face of the mighty power of heaven and earth, Nami and Haredas were like two duckweeds that could not take root in the soil, nailed to the spot in the destruction.

Nami is now completely helpless. If Haredas has no solution, the old man and the young boy can only wait to die on the spot. The huge rock she is holding tightly does not give her much sense of security.

Haredas said nothing, looking around for the next place to stay, and turned his body at a large angle, "Am I hallucinating, or am I old and confused and my eyes are blurry?"

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the giant statue of the goddess in the center of the ancient ruins. The strong wind blew sand and stones past, but the statue, which was exposed to the larger area of ​​the wind, remained motionless in the storm.

It was originally pure white, but now it was emitting a green light from the inside, as if there was life flowing within it.

The storm grew more and more violent, and raindrops as big as beans fell down, splashing countless water on the ground, as if the sky had cracked open a hole and was pouring water onto the earth.

The green light on the statue's surface became stronger and stronger, gradually penetrating the rain curtain in the eyes of humans, forming a faint halo around the statue, slightly dispersing the oncoming strong wind.

The storm grew stronger, blowing up the debris on the ground and hitting the base of the statue with a crackling sound. The statue didn't even shake a bit. This was the last straw for the old man and the young boy!

"Nami, look behind you. If it's not an illusion, we can be saved!"

Haredas forcibly moved Nami's head. The woman cursed at first, thinking that her teacher's brain was broken and he was joking when his life was at stake.

When she also saw the miracle performed by the statue, she immediately swallowed back the curse words in her mouth, and her expression changed from shock to ecstasy, "Old man, stop dawdling. Go to the feet of the statue, and we can live."

Nami grabbed Haredas's thin arm with one hand. In order to survive, the little thief used almost all his strength, leaned forward and dragged the old man towards the statue.

The strong wind, which was over level 14, made every step very difficult for the old man and the young boy. Just as Nami and Haredas left their original position, a black shadow fell from the sky, and half of a tree fell on their previous position.

"Don't look back, keep going!" Nami dragged her teacher along, struggling to move forward in the wind for several minutes. The stone debris in the wind cut Nami's face. She didn't dare to stop, she couldn't stop!

Finally, due to the stronger wind, the old man and the young boy crawled inch by inch to the foot of the statue. Half of their bodies crawled into the green fluorescent barrier, and they felt a comfort that they did not have in the outside world.

Could there really be a god residing within the statue? Although Nami had never worshiped a god before, if a god really appeared today, she would definitely kowtow and express her gratitude.

An old man and a young boy crawled into the green barrier. Under the protection of the statue, no wind could reach the statue and was avoided by the magical power.

Compared with the rumbling noise outside, the feet of the statue seemed to be a quiet room. There was not much noise, only the gasps of an old man and a young boy who had survived the disaster.

Nami and Haredas smiled at each other and said, "Old man, you have studied meteorology for so long and can explain it with scientific methodology. There must be something about this statue of ours. What scientific principle is it based on?"

The little thief's question stunned Haredas. The old man was a meteorologist, not a mystic. It was obvious that the existence of the statue was completely contrary to scientific common sense.

This deserted island is extremely strange. When the small Sky Island passed by here, it was pulled into the storm and destroyed. This storm was stronger than the last one. The statue was not blown down in both storms. It can only be described as a miracle.

"It's no longer something I can understand. There are too many forgotten places on the sea. When the storm is over, I will look for clues with you to leave the island." Haredas was completely desperate.

After experiencing a life-and-death catastrophe for the second time, Haredas felt that he had not lived long enough, so finding a way out with Nami was the best choice.

Although he was saved by the statue, the old man wondered in his heart whether the super storm created by the statue caused the abnormal climate on this deserted island.

After waiting for a long time without hearing any reply from his female apprentice, Haredas came out of his fantasy and found that Nami was leaning against the statue with her upper body, and she had fallen asleep with her eyes closed. He could hear her steady breathing.

"You've suffered so much these days. I wouldn't be alive without you. Go get some sleep, good boy." Although Haredas had consumed a lot of energy and felt as sleepy as Nami, he didn't plan to sleep. He wanted to keep watch for Nami.

Looking at the violent storm outside the green fluorescence, Haredas suppressed his smile and thought of his former friends, all of whom had died tragically.

Even after studying meteorology for a lifetime, people still cannot fully analyze the changes in celestial phenomena in their old age. Human power is limited and it is impossible to know everything. Human beings are too small in the face of the power of heaven and earth.

The storm outside lasted for a whole night before it gradually subsided and returned to calm. After all, Haredas was an old man who was almost a hundred years old. Finally, he could not bear the pressure of sleep and closed his eyes and lay on the ground to sleep peacefully.

After the storm completely stopped, the statue that performed the miracle returned to normal, and the fluorescence emitted from the inside out gradually faded.

With the steady breathing of an old man and a young boy, this deserted island with few people has once again fallen into the silence of the past.