Angry waves surged, threatening to sweep the rocks away. The rocks wavered as if like they might sink, but it was just an illusion. “Here’s your tobacco, master!” Song said. Song had rolled up a cigarette in no time. With the ocean winds battering his face, old Doi pointed down the peak, signaling to Song. Song jumped down, hid behind a slit, and flicked a lighter. The tobacco flared up in front of the old man’s nose. But no sooner was the milky smoke discharged than the tobacco was pulled out and thrown away toward the sandy beach. Four eyes squinted and looked over the sea. Sunset was tinting the horizon pink. Waves were still jumping onto the rocks. “There’s a ship returning, master,” said Song. “Where?” “I can see her painted eyes blinking.” The old man rubbed his eyes and looked in the direction of the boy’s finger. There was indeed a ship returning. The waves were violent, the prow of the ship bobbing up and … [Read more...] about Wind tombs