Thunderstorms echoing across the vast sent faint vibrations upon the ship. Borgh had just arrived in the storage room and locked it from the inside. The storage room of the ship is one of the largest compartments in the carrack given the fact that it is the room used to keep the goods. Borgh panted as he looked back at the knob. It was locked. Barrels, boxes filled with apple, and dry-aged meat dangling on top at every two sides of the thoroughfare welcomed him.
Borgh ambled his way forward. He has to hide or at least find his crew. Every step marked his haste and his labored breaths showed his exhaustion and panic. Any moment now, those men could show up anytime with their cutlass and give him no mercy. Pirates, who were said to target large merchant ships and strip the crew off of everything whilst severing their captain's head—were notorious in the seas.
