Pulling up the latch, Michael opened the doorway to the lower decks. He climbed down the ladder and reached a narrow hallway lit with elegant small chandeliers. He stepped on a ruby red carpet that ran from the ladder to the other parts of the ship.
A few meters away from Michael, he noticed a soldier guarding a door, and when he noticed Michael, he turned his head,
"What are you doing down here?" the guardian asked,
"Man, I need to get something to eat. I'm starving," Michael quickly disabled his cloak and rubbed his belly,
"Damn it man, quickly eat something and return to your post," the guardian had a British accent which slightly surprised Michael and reminded him of the time Michael traveled to London to kill a billionaire in his own mansion.
"Will do," Michael slowly walked towards the soldier while looking around to see if he could find any clues to locate the kitchen.
Seeing Michael approaching him, the soldier raised his hand,
