"Hiss~"
The young John slumped onto the cabin chair, instantly feeling as if his soul had been drained, leaving him exhausted.
Saint Anna, Smith, and Mark fared not much better. What a thrilling moment that was! A slight mishap, and they could have all perished today. This taste of surviving a disaster was thrilling yet worth reminiscing...
"Alright, I would like Mr. Mark to assist me with the next leg of the journey."
Lin Zifeng stood up, asking Mark to take over navigation. Given Mark's ten-year study of Bermuda, Lin Zifeng had every reason to believe he knew the area better than he did.
"Me?" Mark, who had barely regained his composure, was astonished and pointed to his nose. Everyone's eyes focused on Lin Zifeng.
