Chapter 86: THIRD POV.
"Captain! What is it?!" the fat one asked. He was a large, sweaty man who was currently redder than a cooked lobster.
Both the skinny man and the fat man stopped rowing entirely now, looking at Douglas with curious and hopeful faces.
They were desperate for any kind of good news.
"Lads..." Douglas said. A slow, wicked grin began to spread across his face, stretching from ear to ear.
It was the first time he had since running into that demon, and it wasn't a nice sight.
It was the smile of a shark that had just smelled blood in the water.
"I think we've found ourselves some supper that'll last us till we reach land," he said.
The eyes of the two men shimmered like diamonds. They didn't even know what he was looking at yet, but the word "supper" was enough to make their mouths water.
They hadn't had a real meal since the ship went down, and the thought of food made them forget all about their tired muscles.
