Sea Fog II

Late at night, the soldiers aboard the wrecked ship had just finished inventorying the newly arrived supplies.

The captain was holding a notebook, carefully allocating the daily portions.

His calculations were meticulous, ensuring that there was a small fixed ration for every day.

That way, even if the supplies due in three months were intercepted, their current stock would be enough to sustain them for eight months at the limit.

"Planning ahead is better than scrambling when the time comes," the captain said to his deputy beside him.

Just then, dense fog surged over the distant sea like a grayish-white wall.

It swiftly engulfed the ship. In less than a moment, the entire vessel was shrouded in thick fog, and visibility plummeted to less than ten meters.

On the deck, two soldiers on patrol sensed that something was wrong.

A young soldier narrowed his eyes, trying to peer through the fog:

"The fog is never this thick. What the hell is up with it today? I can't see a thing."

The other, slightly younger soldier shrugged, unconcerned:

"What's so strange about fog at sea? It'll only block our view for a little while.

What, are they going to walk here instead of taking a boat? As long as they're on a boat, we'll hear them."

What they did not know was that while they were talking,

two members of Thunder Squad had already approached silently across the surface of the water.

The two moved across the sea as if walking on solid ground, making no sound at all.

They quietly reached the vicinity of the wrecked ship's stern propeller shaft.

Then they dived beneath the hull, into the coral reef area.

They swiftly installed several specialized magnetic limpet mines.

Meanwhile, inside the command room in the ship's cabin, three guards