Compared to the clarity of seawater outside the cabin, the water inside was relatively murky. Silt had accumulated on the floor beneath their feet, and debris floated on the cabin's ceiling. If accidentally gulping down a mouthful of seawater, one could taste a decaying flavor permeated in it. Everything in the corridor was nearly still, much like it was when the silence had just descended. Walking along this passageway, one could almost see the imagined visuals of panicking sailors stumbling out of their rooms, only to be knocked down by the incoming high-pressure waves, rolling helplessly down the hallway as their desperate screams echoed throughout the ship.