After hourslong drunk, she could barely walk. Blasted, Tsunami walked on unstead gait and grabbed the door handle. She pulled it open to find her way out of the private office. As she came out into the lounge which she did not know was messy, accidentally her foot collided with an obstacle and she fell down.
"Arrrrrrrr..!" On top of her voice Tsunami suddenly alarmed sharply.
She was terribly horrified.
On a decapitated victim, one of Franklin Baron's merged bouncers Tsunami landed. As she panicked to crawl away from the body, her hand slipped. Looking at the palm, blood was all over it. At that moment all the booze which had dominated her consciousness disappeared.
Fearfully in panick, Tsunami kept sliding back down on the bloody slippery floor as she struggled to get up on her feet. She looked at the exit which didn't have a door in it by that time. Fighting harder to get up, finally she was on her feet. She maneuvered horrendously her way through the messy lounge.
It was not over yet.
As she horrendously maneuvered through upside-down messed chairs and tables including pieces of broken glasses towards the exit, unpreparedly Tsunami saw Franklin Baron's body laying dead through the entrance outside.
Horror-struck, Tsunami fainted in a shock.
Through the corridors inside the gigantic ship on another side, in one of the lavatories the door opened. From inside the lavatory, innocently walked out a young man who was smartly dressed in the ship servants' uniform. He was one of the attendants on the ship.
"I like your working spirit."
With a friendly smile, the young servant uttered a compliment as he walked towards the bathroom sink water taps to wash his hands.
On the side was a grown-up man, a janitor who was busy moping the bathroom floor. Nearly old in his appearance, the janitor stood up straight with his long stick mopper in hands and smiled. He replied, "thank you!" To the young man.
"By the way, Chefs today cooked something special for servants' dinner, I suggest you don't take too long to join because some of us out there... have really a big appetite", warm-heartedly, after washing his hands clean, the servant invited the janitor for dinner.
As the young man walked out, the janitor happily continued with his work, squeezing the rag on the floor to wipe it clean.
Through the ship corridor smartly the young servant walked back to performing his duties. Along the way, he came across a trolley filled with already used utensils including leftovers. The utensils were perhaps from one of the executive rooms on the ship. He pushed the trolley and moved along with it.
As the he reached a certain door, he aimed at pulling it open, which he did. He pushed the trolley a few steps through the open door. While inside, he sensed a sticky substance underneath his shoe. Smartly, the young man lifted the leg to check what it was, that was inconveniencing his smooth walk on a clean marble floor.
"Ketchup!" The young servant suspected when he saw a red substance.
Intrigued, he spaced himself a lit bit from the trolley and looked down on the floor to see where he might have stepped into the ketchup. To his wonder, it was not a just a simple ketchup drop on the floor like he thought but rather, a pool of a red sticky liquid, obviously showing to have come from the opposite room under the door.
Curiously, the young servant was forced to leave the trolley behind, just a little bit. He aimed to check out for the source of such a vast red liquid in the opposite room. Carefully, he held the handle and pushed the door open. Suddenly, shocked by what he saw, the young man widened his eyes unbelievably.
Fleet-footed, he dropped down on his knees and here, one of his colleagues dressed in the same uniform as his, a fellow young man, was laying in what he confirmed doubtlessly to be blood which had come out of him.
"Larry... Larry!" Larry's chest was ripped deeply with a huge single claw.
"What has happened to you Larry?" In fright the young servant trembled both hands and mouth as he yelled his colleague's name.
So nervous that he had to vomit right there, his mind perceived an idea when he looked at the exit ahead. Quickly he began shouting, "help... somebody please help!"
Around the area he moved his eyes confoundedly amidst calling for help. he stood up and ran towards the exit. But more shockingly, only for his eyes to land on another colleague in a blood pool.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Overwhelmed with the tragedy, the young servant saw something on which his eyes stuck. His voice frozen. As his body trembled anxiously, slowly, he walked coldly gape-jawed a few steps from where he was standing. He suddenly broke down on his knees and busted in tears.
Laying beneath his eyes was his elder brother, laying dead in a blood pool with three huge claws marked on an open chest.
Out loud, tears wet his eyes.
In another chember called the kitchen tucked inside the ship, the head of chefs walked his way to the cold room where different meats and perishables were stored. Green about the terrible tragedy on deck, he pulled the cold room door open and entered inside to pick some meats for soup.
Inside the cold room, a variety of meat carcasses hanged up on steel hooks. As a professional, the head chef could easily distinguish between the different types of meat. Carefreely, as he whistled with his mouth, turning one carcass after the other, he managed to find the best choice of meat he needed to prepare a proper soup for tomorrow's dishes.
Suddenly, as he ejected carcass off the hook, a coughing voice startled him. Drastically he made a head turn in the suspected direction. Intrigued and very anxious, on careful movements he walked to find out who exactly was inside such an ice cold room because, never did he expect any.
"Who is that?"
No answer when he asked. The kitchen was the head chef's department, a rear case for any person to enter delicate areas within the Kitchen chembers without his consent. So, It being a rear case, nearly to impossible, the head chef became a little nervous.
His eyes widely opened as he carefully walked in the direction where the sound of a cough was heard.
"Mr Felix!"