The southern wind is wrapped in ambergris and sea salt, passing through the masts of Malacca. The porcelain glaze reflected the coconut shadow, the silk was wrapped with rhinoceros horns, and the merchants' money and native pearls were piled on the deck to form a hill. At the end of the horizon, black sails suddenly appear like crow's wings, scimitars reflect the setting sun, and pirates' cries break the waves - this golden route has always been a place where merchants dance with the light of swords.
