Stella Sterling, shouldering her black bag, found a place to sit down.
The ship was already crowded with survivors rescued from the water, and with the addition of the new group, there was barely any room to stand. People were packed shoulder to shoulder.
Stella Sterling stayed in a corner, eating a fish. She still hadn't had lunch, and crowded places were always inconvenient for that.
However, of the few fish she had just grilled, she had only kept one for herself, tossing the rest into her dimensional space.
The aroma attracted the gazes of some people nearby. Under normal circumstances, someone might have tried to snatch it.
But now, they were on this ship. With people maintaining order, no one dared to act rashly.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Stella Sterling quickly finished the fish.
'Looks like I won't be able to fix myself any extra meals for the rest of the time on this ship.'
