Although the Maryvis's captain's vague, disjointed words lacked both beginning and end, the experienced captain of the Grey Amber still realized something was wrong.
At sea, being wary of passengers was common knowledge. After a brief pause, he began arranging for the crew to aid the survivors—
They would be temporarily settled on the deck.
Dry clothes were handed to those who had fallen into the water. The ladies could change in the infirmary, but no one was allowed into the cabins.
Though there were still some dissatisfied voices over this treatment, the major Churches and the Sanguines tacitly chose to remain silent.
In truth, they wished they could crawl into a crack in the ground. This ship's Loss of Control had been far too embarrassing.
Even though they knew the matter was far too coincidental and likely involved some hidden trick, knowing that themselves did not mean others would believe it. Once word of the Maryvis incident spread, they would all become laughingstocks in their circles.
Followers of the Evernight Goddess fell into the sea at night, followers of the Lord of Storms met disaster in a storm, those chosen by the God of Steam and Machinery suffered from mechanical failure, and the Moon's favored lost under the light of a full moon...
It sounded like a joke!
Fortunately, only a few hours remained before they reached shore. Aside from the forty or fifty people whose backgrounds were already known, the other half also claimed to be emotionally stable.
Klein wandered around the deck for a moment before turning toward his cabin, doing his best to avoid drawing unnecessary attention with his gaze.
The sun, having passed its peak, began to sink. The survivors, who remained under surveillance, displayed no abnormalities at all. They were still divided into groups