Several hours after Han Er's car accident, her Family and Police started a full search.
They dispatched hundreds of fishing boats, dozen coast guard vessels, and a multitude of helicopters that functioned as watchful eyes in the sky, brightening the Arctic, cloudy sea.
One was the Blue Jeju fishing boat, a midsize fishing boat required to bring coast guards and Police.
Yang Yang planted himself in the control room of Blue Jeju, embracing the helm while caroling. The room was cramped but tidy and fitted with up-to-date navigation.
A man with a build like bamboo clothed in a dull, navy blue raincoat. A baseball cap concealed his pale hair. Several times he scolded the Police, who tried to breach his fish storage.
He use the loudspeaker to say, "Don't touch it or I'll throw you into the sea, you damn cops!"
The ship's wheel door was opened from the outside. A gallant man enters while snoring his ear, which is a target of a horn. "Uncle, what's the matter with you?"
"I don't like it when they hold my stuff there. You Seoul people."
Hwan Hye sat on the couch behind the wheel, chuckling. A meandering black-haired youth understood Uncle Yang Yang more than anyone else. Uncle doesn't want anyone to open his porn magazine storage in the safe deposit box.
Hwan Hye himself had a bodybuilder body, not because he likes the gym, but because of his activities in the sea. His sun-kissed skin showed he had invested a considerable amount of time under the scorching sun.
He checked his cell phone, and hundreds of messages came from Jeju girls trying to win his heart. He smiled a little in response to those messages while sipping a hot ginger drink in a bottle of mineral water.
"How are our fish on the front side? Are they fresh?"
Hwan Hye examined the radio in front of the wheel, affirming. "I've surveyed five times, and all is untouched."
"What about the rear hull? How are our nets doing?" Uncle inquired.
"Yang Jun is inspecting it. Don't stress, Uncle, we are only a few hours behind schedule. Our fish will be in good condition when we arrive at the port.
"Thank God." Uncle let out a prolonged, weighty sigh. "Those bastards just came around with badges, paid us sixty dollars and told us to look for missing artists. They behave like dictators.
"It can't be avoided. I heard this artist is a renowned artist.
"Heh, I don't think she'll make it through those tremendous explosions. It was like an atomic bomb, bzzz. It was so big, black smoke covered the sky."
Hwan Hye snickered, lounging back on the sofa while responding to the girls' texts. "Uncle, where did the car plunge, I believe the explosion wasn't that vast."
"I'm not overstating. You can check out for yourself on my cell phone recording."
He scrutinized the recording on his uncle's cell phone. The car burst before hitting a coral, causing an intense puff of fire. Hwan Hye had seen much worse accidents, but the explosion was less merciless.
Uncle said, "That's my friend who snagged the tape while fishing. He said the car caught fire before it crashed."
Hwan Hye's guess was correct. The car must have carried flammable objects or taken a bomb.
"What's wrong, Nak Hye?" Uncle sat next to him. "Why are you so serious about watching the video? Are you petrified by the fire?"
Hwan Hye shook his head. A door of the wheel room opened from outside.
Yang Jun stepped into the wheel room. The attractive face of an eighteen-year-old boy was glowing, and his white teeth were visible in the slim lips. He shut the door hastily before glancing at his father and Hwan Hye.
"Jackpot! We scored big in the back net!"
"Aigo, don't befuddle me. What jackpot? Say it," Yang Yang cajoled.
"In the back net, there is a human hand. Maybe it's body parts of an artist they're searching for! We can get a prize, Daddy!"
Father and son hugging each other while jumping, dancing for joy, singing jubilant songs.
Yang Yang held his son's arms, about to open the door. "Come on, let's report as a team. We'll claim the prize—" Hwan Hye locked it swiftly. "What are you doing?"
"No, don't mention it. We give it straight to those artist's families. I'm sure they will compensate us generously.
Yang Yang exchanged amazed glances with his son, and they slowly smirked covetously. Yang Yang patted Hwan Hye's upper arm. "Good idea, Hye! you must have a way of making money! All right, you guys make sure that hand is safe. Hide it in the hull with the fish, hurry."
Hwan Hye and Yang Jun went to the ship's stern. They willfully pulled the large nets without using machines, so the Police and press at the front of the vessel would not be cognizant of their actions.
Typically, it takes four to five people to pull a giant net without machines, but Hwan Hye manages it on his own.
Wow, Brother Hye, you really powerful!"
Lots of fish in the net, and their guess is inaccurate. Not just hands, but attractive girls caught in nets. Nobody know if she's extant, but her beauty rivals any artist in Seoul and Busan.
Hwan Hye realized something. Wait, a minute…."
"This is Han Er. We found her brother! We are rich!"
"Hey, what are you doing?" asked the Police, approaching them with a flashlight.
The Police's loud rebuke made Hwan Hye nearly drop his cell phone. While watching the Police, he threw a lot of fish into the net, covering the artist's face in the middle of the fish.
"Open the hull storage, swiftly!" Hwan Hye ordered.
Yang Jun pressed the button on the fork of the mast. Gradually, the aft deck opened, and the smell of fish wafted. Meanwhile, the Police arrived next to them.
Using a flashlight, he highlighted the faces of Yang Jun and Hwan Hye in turn. "What are you guys doing?"
"Collecting fish, Mr. Policeman."
The Police monitored the net while shining on the spot, and the flashlight beam advanced into the hull. He again pointed out Yang Jun and Hwan Hye in turn. "Why not use the machine? You can use the machine, can't you? Is there something you two are hiding?"
"N-no, we have nothing to hide, sir." Yang Jun's chest heaved and fell. His actions added to the suspicions of the Police.
"So tell me why not use the machine?" Policeman shouted while withdrawing slightly, keeping his distance from those two fishermen. "Hey, come here! Hurry over here! Help me check something!"
Three policemen approached them. One held a gun in a holster, readying a weapon, like a cowboy in a Wild West movie.
Hwan Hye must figure out a way out of this problem.
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