5 minutes later…
The ship already came to a stop.
On top the ship, the stern-faced middle-aged man with a Kitana stood looking out at the sea with a calm look on his face as over 20 assassins in black attire and masks kneeled behind him.
"Did you see the face of the young man?" His voice was as calm as still water.
"No, my Lord". The leader of the assassins replied in trepidation.
Sheathing back his Kitana, he placed both his hands behind his back as he silently looked at the sea, allowing the gentle breeze to caress his face and beards.
He seemed to be in deep thought though no one knew what was on his mind.
He finally turned to face his assassins. "Find my son".
"I don't know how you'll do it but find my son".
"No one steals my son from me".
"If turning Brazil upside down is what it takes, do it, just find my son".
"Yes, my Lord".
