The regular humans hiding in the hull witnessed the gruesome massacre of their officers and protectors, praying for this calamity to be nothing more than a horrible nightmare.
Yet, the boy's figure reappeared. His footsteps, a relentless rhythm that sent their minds into chaos, reverberated as he approached.
Meanwhile, Adam strolled to the hull to check what the frigate transported before obliterating the other two's crews, unaware of the terror seizing the cooks' and sailors' hearts.
Without warning, he barged in and scanned the surroundings, noticing the many sealed wooden containers and barrels with a frown.
Uncaring about their chattering legs and unwilling to waste time checking them one by one, he gripped the closest cook by the neck and spoke.
"What shipment requires the escort of three frigates? You have ten seconds to answer."
Eyes bulging, the young man blurted words as fast as possible, too scared to think about lying.
