The Weapon Master and the Black Angel slowly sank below the deck, dragged back by the lift into the hidden maintenance bay; the crew bustled about, while Lorenzo and Bola, the two combat personnel, instead found themselves idle.
The Morning Glow Advance was sailing away from the storm, and the storm was also receding from the ship; its trajectory had finally shifted, like a hunter on the sea, turning off in another direction to search for prey.
The pirates were swept along with it, together with shattered wreckage slowly drifting forward, or else sinking to the bottom of the sea.
The rain was gradually easing, thinning into a fine drizzle; countless delicate strands of rain fell softly, and it soothed everyone's taut nerves to some extent.
"In the end, does God really exist or not?"
Lorenzo stood in the shadow of the structure, keeping out of the rain.
"What made you think of that?"
