Traces of panic stained the faces of the remaining mutineers as they watched their leader being thrown overboard so easily. Their voices overlapped as they tried to justify their behaviors.

However, Charles remained unmoving to their explanations. Unyielding, he pressed on and demanded the men to jump into the dark waters. 

As the captain, he needed to wield absolute control over the ships. It was his privilege, as well as his duty. 

The worst of human nature was amplified in a confined space. 

He recognized this incident to be the first of many, a test of boundaries. If he failed to nip an event like this in the bud, the rest would be emboldened to join in and eventually push the boundaries even further. Today, they demanded water, but tomorrow's request would not...