The waves at sea grew rougher, and the sky turned heavy and dark, threatening an imminent storm.
"Sir, a storm is coming. We have to go back—"
Benjamin Morgan pushed up his glasses, gazing worriedly at the dark, heavy sky outside.
Alvin Morgan pressed his lips together, his gaze fixed on the turbulent waves outside. He gripped the railing tightly, his expression dangerously dark.
"Sir, we're very close to the coast, and the wind is blowing ashore. They should be able to land safely..."
Benjamin Morgan fell silent, cowed by Alvin Morgan's frigid glare.
The wind and waves outside grew stronger, and the ship rocked violently. The captain had no choice but to order a temporary return to port.
Alvin Morgan asked in a low voice, "What about The Shadow's men?"
"They're on shore, in the hands of The Phantom Trove's people."
