Wolfpack (1)

It was a silent pre-dawn night with no omen at all.

It was an ordinary night at sea, except for the bleak, chilly weather and the thick fog hanging low.

Derrick, a sailor on the rearmost slave ship, stood on deck, exhausted.

"Haa... damn it, if I'd known it would be like this, I should've saved some money and lived a little cheaper..."

Rubbing both arms as the cold fog made him shiver, Derrick lamented his situation.

"No, but if not then, how often in my life would I have gotten to taste a high-class prostitute? That was worth going into debt for."

He broke the sea's silence with his muttering and watched the lights of the convoy ahead.

The torchlight spreading through the sea mist thick over the midnight ocean carried a mystical air all on its own.

"Yeah. If I catch those black bastards and sell them, I can start living frugally now. If there's a decent broad among them... heh heh."

As he muttered and looked ahead, Derrick felt that something was off...