"You go ahead. I can handle it here."
Antonio chuckled and walked to the rocking chair that Casey had laid on the deck. He laid down and hummed a song comfortably.
Watson nodded. He teleported and disappeared from the deck. When he appeared, he was at the cabin below the deck. As soon as he entered it, he choked on the smell of blood. It seemed to be an interrogation room. The room was filled with torture instruments such as shackles. Besides those instruments, he also saw a large iron bed that seemed to have some wet blood stains on it.
Just as he was about to explore further, he heard a crew member from outside.
As he pressed against the crack in the doorway, Watson saw two crew members in blue clothes carrying a large bucket passed by the room.
"Every time we go out to sea, Young Master Casey always arranges for me to be in the lower cabin. How many times has that been this week? Doing this kind of work every day, I can't even eat anymore."
