That dusk, when I drove a boat to the distant sea for the first time, and the oars cut through the mirror-like sea, I thought it was just a leisurely fishing game. It was not until nightfall, the sea became as black as ink, and the light of the lighthouse in the distance began to flash strangely, that I realized that there were unspeakable secrets hidden in this sea.
I remember it was a foggy morning. I fished as usual, but I caught a strange fish that I had never seen before. Its scales were unnaturally fluorescent, its eyes were disproportionately large, and it let out a slight sob in the cabin. What makes me even more uneasy is that there is also half a wooden sign engraved with strange symbols caught with the fish. At that moment, the salty taste of the sea breeze seemed to be mixed with the smell of rust.
The sea is always much gentler during the day. The sun shines on the sparkling sea, the seagulls chase at the stern of the boat, and the residents of each island will warmly ask me to come ashore. The hunchbacked old fisherman would buy all my mackerel, the owner of the pub always gave me an extra glass of beer, and the little girl with a wide-brimmed hat asked me to talk about what I saw and heard on the sea every time. These warm encounters make the fear of the night bearable.
The most unforgettable experience is in The Marrows. The thick fog for three consecutive days made it difficult to navigate, and the compass in the cabin kept turning. Just when I was almost lost, an ethereal song suddenly came from the fog. The voice was so beautiful that I couldn’t help but want to drive in the direction of the sound. Fortunately, the timely thunder woke me up, and then I found that the ship was drifting towards the dangerous reef area.
As I spent more and more time at sea, I began to understand the temper of this sea. It is like an emotional giant, sometimes gently giving abundant catches, and sometimes making waves in anger. I learned to go to sea less on nights when the moonlight is particularly bright, and I also found several small bays that are particularly suitable for avoiding storms. All kinds of strange objects gradually accumulated in the cabin: half a chart, a rusty pocket watch, a diary full of passwords, each of which tells an unknown story.
One rainy night, when I finally pieced together the truth of this sea, I didn’t have the fear I imagined, but felt a relief. It turns out that the most terrible thing is not the unknown in the deep sea, but the obsession in the depths of people’s hearts. Early the next morning, I went fishing as usual. The sun was still warm and the sea breeze was still salty, but everything was different.
If you also want to experience this kind of adventure with a subtle balance between thriller and healing, _Dredge_ will take you to enjoy the most special time at sea. It will not scare you with sudden fright, but let fear slowly fill your heart like a tide, and quietly retreat when it is about to drown you. After all, what is really fascinating is never pure darkness, but the gray area at the junction of darkness and light.
