Charles passed through the dimly lit corridor to reach the spot above the Narwhale's water hold. Twisting open the wooden lid, he shone the flashlight within. 0

As the captain, this was one of his daily inspection tasks: to ensure that their freshwater supply was untampered.0

Just as he was about to seal the hold again, he felt a sudden prying gaze from the circular porthole next to him. Charles showed no traces of panic. He slowly fitted the lid back into place and pretended to leave. However, the moment he stood up, the flesh revolver was already in his grasp.0

Bang! Bang! Bang!0

He fired a series of gunshots. The sound of shattering glass from the porthole broke the silence. At the same time, a green, webbed hand was torn...0