'What on earth is collecting murderous intent from the sea?'
'And that phrase in the Gonzalez language from before...'
'Was it something these people encountered in their dreams, or some other foulness that has latched on?'
Wei'en gazed at the calm surface of the sea, lost in thought. The sea breeze ruffled his red hair, but his handsome face was expressionless.
On the deck beside him lay several fish covered in triangular scales—the very same Blue Marlins his panel had rated as delicious.
Not far away, Ronan stood with his head bowed respectfully, his eyes fixed on the ship's rail, quietly awaiting the captain's orders.
He was surprised by the day's second order—to kill the Blue Marlins—but he didn't dare say a word. He was afraid that saying the wrong thing would get him run through by the clearly preoccupied captain.
"Move those boxes to my quarters. I want to study their cause of death."
"Yes, sir!"
