Honestly, after Milady's victory was declared, the cheers from the upper deck were sparse, at best.
The Night Castle gradually slowed to a stop. The low hum of the propulsion system from the ship's hull faded away after a moment, and the sea breeze grew soft and quiet, making the feeble applause sound even more scattered.
"Great job!" Song Feiya clapped enthusiastically, shouting over the dazed crew members around her. "Don't you worry, they've already gone to lower a lifeboat!"
'Looks like Dao Mingke's cronies have disappeared.' Milady peered over the edge of the deck and glanced behind the ship. In the distance, just before a bank of faint white fog, a tiny black shadow bobbed on the waves, flailing in the water. It seemed Dao Mingke's luck wasn't all bad—the shock of hitting the water must have woken him up. He appeared to be swimming desperately toward the Night Castle.
