Watching as the few survivors took their own lives, Kael remained standing on the roof of the command cabin.
The deck was stained with blood and corpses.
He had seen enough. Calmly, he climbed down from the roof, his steps steady, his expression indifferent.
The captain who had been steering the ship had died at the sword of the pirate leader. With his death, the route he was supposed to follow was cut off at the root.
I'll have to readjust my plans. Kael thought calmly.
Without wasting any more time, he began to descend the wooden stairs. Each creak of the steps echoed loudly in the heavy silence of the deserted deck.
That was when Audrey's soft voice broke into his ears. It wasn't loud, but in that quiet environment, it sounded like a whisper breaking the stillness.
"I want to ask you a favor," she said.
