Liam's mind raced for a plan.
The fins and gills were the sharks' weakness. All Liam needed to do was sever them – which could be done without much difficulty, as their hardened exterior only applied to their skin, not fins.
…But the ocean was their domain.
Liam would have to jump off the ship if he wanted to inflict any damage to the sharks, since the needles couldn't cause any significant damage to hardened and watery surfaces.
'Unless…'
Liam's attention lingered briefly on the floorboards of the main deck, then to his group, then back to the bloodthirsty sharks.
More precisely, their gills.
'...That can work.'
Rin and Nord hesitantly looked at Liam for orders, but found him prying out a piece of floorboard from beneath his feet.
Then, he reeled out his dark chains and tied them to his legs, before tightly anchoring them to the ship.
Liam turned towards Gerald and Nessa with a focused and hardened gaze:
