Chapter 566
Brennen’s eyes widened as if they would tear. Sanford’s, of course, was no different.
Unlike the frozen Brennen, however, Sanford immediately spat a curse and spun around. "What the fuck?"
He ran to the stairs between the two masts that led below deck. Bending over, he shouted, "Starboard! All hands on oars! We’re turning the bow west! Move! Now!"
As the lower deck erupted into a flurry of activity, Ian emerged from his cabin and turned to Brennen. Only then did Brennen blink rapidly, as though snapping back to his senses, and look up.
"Take the young master inside," Ian said. His low voice carried undeniable authority.
Even so, Brennen’s lips trembled as he said, "Sir. What you just said... what exactly—"
"You’ll hear the explanation inside. They’re all awake," Ian cut him off without looking back, striding toward the stairs leading up to the aft deck.
His indifferent attitude suggested he had said all he needed to, and it was up to them to figure it out. Brennen stared blankly after him for a moment before finally scrambling to his feet.
"Ugh, wh-what in the world is coming— grh?" Brennen pulled the weakly stammering Simon up by force, slung him over his shoulder, and turned.
The ship was tilting to port. He had to get inside before he lost his balance. At Brennen’s glance, the squire also began dragging the limp attendant behind him.
"Hashim! We need to turn the sails! Grab a few men and get up here now!"
"Yes, Captain!"