Chapter 251
Inside the pirate ship's cabin, the four of them huddled together, peering out the small porthole. Outside, dense Black Mist and storm clouds had merged into a single indistinguishable mass.
Their hearts sank together.
In weather like this, waiting for an escape was out of the question—the phenomenon itself was an unpredictable danger all its own.
"Are we really going to die here?" Mingde's aged eyes grew wet.
Beside him, Weiwei stared blankly. She was trying to decide what posture and state of mind she would choose to meet her final moments, if it came to that.
It was a morbid thought. But the endless days and nights of grinding labor aboard this ship had slowly extinguished whatever hope she had once carried, hollowing her into a numb, mechanical thing.
Thinking about meaningless trivia like that was all she had left.
The ship shuddered violently.
Their spirits dropped further. Then, just as they teetered on the edge of despair, a startled cry rang out from the opposite side of the cabin.