Charles walked through the dim corridor to the deck above the freshwater tank of the Unicorne,
He unscrewed the wooden lid and shone his flashlight inside.
As the captain, this was one of his daily inspection duties, ensuring that the freshwater situation was all normal.
Just as Charles was about to close the water tank door, he suddenly felt a prying gaze shooting through the round porthole beside him.
Charles didn't panic at all; he slowly closed the hatch pretending to leave.
Just as he stood up, a revolver was already in his hand.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Gunshots rang out, accompanied by the shattering of the porthole glass, a green hand with webbed fingers was torn in two by the bullets.
Charles quickly rushed to the window, only to find nothing but a disgusting half of a hand and some vile purple blood.
"Have we strayed from the safe course, so all this mess has started to surface?" Charles murmured to himself.
