Chapter 581
The interior of the carriage, shaken along with the hull, slowly regained stability. However, the Vantruian boy, Shahin, remained motionless under a blanket on the floor.
"Hashim— Status report! Now!" Sanford’s shout faintly pierced into the carriage. His hoarse voice was the only thing that could be clearly distinguished amidst the chaotic noise outside.
"Whew..." A sigh finally escaped Shahin’s lips.
He had been sure he was about to become fish food. He ached from being thrown around inside the carriage, but he had no complaints.
"Damn it! Move the seriously wounded to the rear! Replace the broken oars! Hurry!"
Of course, it was clear the danger had not yet passed. Hearing Sanford’s voice cut through the echoing monster shrieks, Shahin bolted upright.
"Get a grip, you bastards! We’re almost there! We just have to get through this!"
He had to find out what was happening outside. The ship could sink at any moment. He had been certain he was a dead man just a moment ago, and he didn't want to die without knowing why.
Shahin, who had been about to open the carriage door, tilted his head. Something was blocking it. A strange chill emanated from it, despite the warmth that still filled the cargo hold. The door on the opposite side didn’t open properly either. Opening the small window, Shahin realized the carriage was pressed right up against the wall that concealed the stairs.
Then why is the right side blocked?
Turning back, Shahin nodded to himself. He figured it had to be the carcasses of the horses piled up. The carriage had been thrown violently from side to side; the crude partitions of the makeshift stable wouldn't have held. Since several horses had hurt legs, they probably all got crushed. He realized he hadn’t heard them breathing for a while now.
I’ll have to go through the window, then...