The unfortunate souls were layered in bite marks that took chunks, if not entire body parts from them--as he begrudgingly surmised they were likely kept alive while being sustenance. There were dozens--lingering the bottom deck with an air of death that could never be cleansed.
He could only watch as Jae-Seong moved forward towards the back of the deck, kicking open the dual-doored chamber.
"Looks like I found the spoils of battle," Jae-Seong turned back to him.
Forcing himself to reunite with the man, he dragged his feet forward--ignoring the death around him as he peered into the room.
By the size of the gargantuan bed, it was clearly the chamber of the oversized captain of the ship. But what caught his eye was what Jae-Seong was referring to: the massive, ivory chest positioned near the large desk in the room.
"You do the honors," he waved his hand, having to focus on now spilling his insides out through his throat from sheer disgust.
