[Donald's perspective]
The midday sea breeze that brushed against my face was cool, yet it did nothing to ease the suppressed restlessness and frustration within my heart!
I glanced at the watch on my wrist, and my eyes grew a bit colder.
"The agreed time has come, Berton is late," Elliot said from behind me, his voice heavy with discontent. "This old guy isn't pulling some shenanigans again, is he? We just did him a huge favor by rescuing his daughter, if he's still hesitating and delaying, then it's really becoming intentional."
Of course, I knew what Elliot was implying with his words. Eradicating the pirates was initially the duty of the Marine Supervision Bureau, and Berton's constant shirking and stalling were utterly despicable and nauseating!
The assault team had already discreetly confirmed the pirates' location at sea; all that was left was for Berton to bring over the naval main force, but that man had the audacity to be late.
