The distinct sound of reloading bullet chambers echoed through the deck. The Narwhale crew were gathered together, their faces taut with tension.0

The thick sense of anxiety in the air weighed down on them. Seasoned sailors knew all too well the grave implications of a tampered compass. 0

Without any stars to guide the way, the compass was the sole tool of navigation on the open sea.0

With the compass compromised, it implied that their navigation data had been inaccurate since some undetermined moment in the past. They were adrift at sea without a reliable bearing.0

Losing one’s direction at sea was more terrifying than any lurking creatures in the water. Their ship had become, in essence, a floating iron ...0