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Then, without warning, the sky begins to darken. The calm fades away, and the wind grows stronger, pushing against his small boat. The waves rise and fall, no longer gentle, but wild and restless. Isagani looks around, his hands gripping the sides of the boat. The sea that once felt kind now feels powerful… and a little frightening. “What is happening?” he wonders, his voice quiet against the roar of the wind.