Chapter 84
The dark clouds that had shrouded the sea began to scatter, and golden sunlight poured through, melting away the dread that had gripped every heart.
The sun bathed the deck in warm light. Everything was calm again. The nightmare that had unfolded moments ago felt almost unreal, like a bad dream everyone had woken from too suddenly.
Passengers who had been huddled in the cabin slowly stepped out. They looked up at the sky—now a boundless, brilliant blue. Then down at the sea, where endless waves mirrored the sky's peace. It all looked unchanged. But the gaping hole torn through the deck was a harsh reminder: it wasn't a dream. It had happened.
The small, battered Colombian vessel had "ridden the waves" through chaos and survived a disaster deep at sea. It was nothing short of a miracle.
Later, the captain gave a brief account of the damage.
There had been no deaths—something to be thankful for. But not everything escaped unscathed.
A young girl had her finger injured in the panic. A woman had her face scratched by a broken wine glass. Two elderly passengers had their blood pressure spike from the shock, and more than a dozen adults had... well, wet themselves in fear.
Material losses? Significant. The restaurant was wrecked after the violent tilting of the ship. And the deck—now sporting a massive five-meter-wide hole—was a mess. Turtle had crawled out of that hole backwards, her rear end in the air. According to her, she wasn't hurt.
Despite the damage, the power system was intact. The ship could still sail. The captain, though, was already calculating the repair costs with a grim look.
That said, the biggest losers weren't the ship's crew. It was the Platts brothers. They'd coughed up three S-class Origin Stones to save their skins. A heavy price, but in the end, their lives had been spared. So maybe it was a fair trade.
Physically, though, no one had taken a worse beating than Yoren.