Ipswich Monthly Rainy Season Eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the sky in bright blue.  To the west of the torrential downpour, heavy gray clouds form a spiral from the sea to the land.  Their shadow spreads, and the sea cartridge turns blue.  As the black shapes of fishermen paddle beneath the triangular mats, the rippling waves crash on the white and black sandy shores of the rippling waves.  The demonstration of the waves on the shore was like a milky white screen with little contact with the blue sea.  Was approaching the shore.  Its sail is folded.  It slowed down a short distance from the screen.  The wave rubbed its backs and it rose and fell. 

 As Michael's raft slammed into the ripples of the rippling waves.  Dasan was kneeling in the middle of the building.  His accumulated iron, strong enough to stab a blue shark with a mere hole, gleamed in the sick sun.  He was holding the hole in the middle with both hands.  Leaning swiftly to the right and left regardless of the course of the wave, he alternately drilled the hole into the sea water.  In front of him Mikhail - the owner of the raft - knelt and watched the waves and the beach with his cat eyes as he grabbed the edges of the raft, warning Dasan to fire at it.  His behind Dasan Sit with long legs outstretched and squint with her long arms.  Dasana he.  Was cheering.

  “Touch.  Dodule - our tree is the only one that can be washed away. "  He knocked on the back of Mikhail, who was kneeling in front of him, with a hole.  Stay away from this crowd. Away - on the side of the building - is it the young man in the red lungi and blue shirt standing on Sylvie's side? Rupane!  Varusu slapped Dasan on the shoulder with his hole.  

  “One son Sylvie - look at that!  Dasan wanted to say. He knelt in the tree, leaned to the left, and spat into the water. He sank in front of the sea for the next wave to enter.  Touch. Way! '  ” Jumping, son Vincent, the youngest of Quick Mickel, raised his hands on the shore, in stagnant water.  His sharp voice was heard amidst the screen noise like the cry of a seabird.  Michael smiled, showing his oyster teeth.  "Ele Dasa Pathia! He would have come to this sea of ​​fear again next year!"  "- Vincent's shout was heard louder than before. A barrel like a whale crashed into a tree from behind.  "Silver and Dasan gathered all their strength in their hands and dug fast. The wave fell violently on the tree. Michael jumped into the water. Then Dasan and Silver jumped into the screen, throwing the holes away.