Once Albion reached the top, he peeked over the ledge and observed the deck for human presence. To his surprise, security was tight, and the people on board were armed with assault rifles.
The standard AK-47 type.
'What kind of fishing vessel is this? It is more like a terrorists' den. Everyone is armed to the teeth. Pirates, perhaps? Or illegal smugglers?'
Albion felt a bit dizzy.
'This ain't no normal ship.'
He determined.
He was not very knowledgeable, but he could recognize the ship being a commercial fishing vessel, the factory trawler thanks to the Dark Emperor's memories.
The Dark Emperor's memories contained a vast range of knowledge in many fields, so many that he would not be able to digest everything in a short time.
After all, this was an old monster who lived for 10-thousand years on Earth and millions of years longer in the Nine Divine Heavens.
'Priorities, priorities. Need to find where they keep their spare clothes. According to the layout of this ship, the sleeping cabins should be this way…'
Albion quietly hopped over the rail and slipped past the patrols before entering one of the watertight doors leading inside to the lower decks.
No one suspected the extra puddles of water on the top deck as the top deck was filled with them, nor did anyone discover the trail of fingermarks on the side of the ship as it could not be seen.
Due to the ship's build, no one could see the fingermarks even if they were to peer over the edge and look down. It was a blind spot that can only be seen if they were looking at the ship directly from the side, but that would require them to be off the ship and in the waters.
On the back of the trawler deck, a few armed men watched the people reel the fishes onto the stern ramp and transferred to the fish bin, where they would keep the fishes fresh until they go through the processing area and into the freezer holds.
"This is a pretty good haul. A few more catches like this, and we will be on our way back to the mainland. Haiz, I really miss the booze and women."
"Haiz, don't even talk about the booze, man. Just thinking about it makes me depressed. If we didn't host so many drinking parties at the start after our successful takeover, we would still be having some boozes left to drink. As for women, I can't help you with that. Just grab some young delicate captive men to settle your needs if you are desperate."
"The f*ck, man. I am not like you. I am not that desperate. Even if you put me behind bars, I won't stoop that low." The armed person said with disgust as he felt the homophobic chills.
The other armed person grinned.
"I'm telling you; a hole is a hole. Put down the prejudice and give it a go, man. It's all the same. I heard there's a country where ladyboys are actually one of the main attractions. I'll take you there one day, then you will know the joy."
Goosebumps crawled all over the armed man's body as he cussed, "F*ck off!"
"Hahaha!"
The person guffawed.
In the lower deck, the nude Albion made a beeline down the alleyway and quickly passed the mess area after hearing several people dining and socializing.
After the mess area came the galley. The sound of kitchen utensils could be heard inside as the chefs were cooking.
Albion was a big foodie in his past life and the aromatic scent escaping from the galley came as pure torture for someone like him, who had not had a decent meal in the past 25 months since his transmigration.
'Sigh, once I get back to land, I ought to enjoy myself!'
He decided.
The new life resolution to be a better person went down the drain after all the suffering he experienced since his transmigration. 25 months of dark, cold solitude was enough to change a person.
Shaking his head, refocused on the objective.
'I just passed the mess and the galley… Next should be the crew rooms if the ship designer wasn't a retard.'
Albion assumed.
True enough, the crew room came after the galley.
Peeking inside the round window, his eyes sparkled at the sight of messy clothes lying around with no one inside. He got excited as he can finally get some clothes and say goodbye to the exhibitionist life.
Creak!
The doors to the adjacent crew room suddenly opened as a scruffy man exited. The two of them locked eyes and froze for a moment before the scruffy man snapped out of his daze and reached for the pistol in his holster.
"What are you doing here?!"
The scruffy man barked with his gun aimed at Albion with alarm.
"Don't… Don't shoot!"
Albion panicked and instinctively raised both hands in surrender. But shortly after, he was bemused by his own actions.
'F*ck, why am I cowering? I am not the same ordinary person I was in my past life. Normal pistol rounds won't even put a scratch on this body! Also, this person didn't ask who I am, but why I am here? How peculiar…'
Albion pondered.
His doubts were answered in the next moment.
"Dammit, what the hell are the others doing?! Did they just let this captive roam free after finishing their business?!"
The scruffy man cussed.
'F*ck!'
Albion cussed at the same time in his mind.
It turns out that the scruffy person had mistaken him for a captive who just got his rear violated. He did not know he should feel about this.
On the one hand, the misunderstanding gave him an identity on the ship. If he did not resist and allow the scruffy man to send him back to where the other captives are held, he could learn about the situation and the armed men's identity.
On the other hand, he did not like such a misunderstanding. He was not a homosexual. Why would would he like such misunderstanding?
After analyzing the pros and cons, his heart was calm and steady. Nevertheless, he still showed a panicky expression on the surface.
"Move it! You're going back to the cell!"
"Okay, okay, but can you give me something to wear at least?"
"No! You will not need it. Now, move along!"
The scruffy man urged.
Albion's simple request was firmly rejected, and his heart exploded with outrage. The f*ck does he mean it is not needed?!
He knew the man was not strong enough to do anything to him, but his homophobic tendency still made him clench his butt in fear for it.
While walking in the lead to the captives' room with the pistol pointed at his back, his eyes frosted as he silently gave the armed men the death sentence.
These were not good people.