In that instant, the crewman felt as if he was seeing the end of his life, his heart filling with helplessness and despair.
A holy light appeared in his vision. It was an Angel's summons, the path to the Celestial Kingdom.
The crewman's voice was faint and trembling, yet it carried a hint of relief and release.
"I... I see an Angel coming for me. The gates to the Celestial Kingdom are opening... I'm going on ahead, everyone!"
"Fuck! Grab the rope, you son of a bitch!"
But just then, a full-throated curse rang out.
The shout was like a clap of thunder, echoing across the sea.
'Why would an Angel be cursing?'
'Am I not devout enough?'
The crewman, drifting numbly in the icy water, lifted his head, only to find that a large ship had appeared before him at some point.
The great vessel was like a ship of hope that had suddenly emerged from the darkness, its tall hull standing steady amidst the surging waves.
