2 weeks had passed.
The crew had came to using the top room on the deck that near the front. A large room that was what most attendees to their concerts would use as clubrooms or gathering places away from the music. Seeing as how their concerts werent just plays of music, but hours long parties.
But now there was no party. No Music.
The only thing that was left right now was the despair and solidness left of the crew that was now lost within a stretch of sea that was utterly dead
Pace Approached Eddie. " still no report, sir. There's a little to no wind within here and any waves that we catch up leading us and all sorts of directions."
Eddie internally was wrestling with the idea that he may just be leading his entire crew of over 100 people to their graves. What kind of captain would do that, a captain that prides himself on leadership and camaraderie. Sitting here on a stretch of sea so black that one could only see the surface of the sea below when it was utterly still.
All aquarium life below could not be supported except for small tiny scavenger that didn't even stay and live in a habitat that was as harsh and unforgiving as the bleak stretch
So little oxygen content within the only thing that they could actually scavenge for was scraps
He wanted to say sorry he wanted to beg for their forgiveness but right now they couldn't. His crew did not need that on them on top of all the other hardship. They did not need to see their leader on his knees and beg for their forgiveness for his miscalculated deed
" Just continue to watch this place isnt infinite. If we found an entrance in, we can find an entrance out we just need to have patience. It's better than being stuck out there in a storm that could've drowned us even if the storm as well and truly gone…." he muttered the last part to himself is anecdote to himself to say that all of this because of a typhoon that's already gone and we're not even there to experience it
Eddies boots fell against the deck as he approached the now makeshift morgue walking in to view the bodies that sat under sheets of white, some flies coming around them to pick and prod at them. They couldn't just throw them overboard. They couldn't bring themselves to disrespect and disgrace their crewmates that they have sailed with for so long to final burial place and a stretch of sea like this.
A hand ran across tables lined with bodies after bodies in the two weeks since those that had been injured in the initial had succumb to their wounds. Cliff had figured that they would probably have made it through if they weren't in the bleak stretch, and they had made it to another island. They were spreading, even now only two weeks into this, all of the medical supplies that they had thin.
They were lucky that they had plenty of food stores left. Non perishable goods that have been salted, pickled, brined or what have you for emergencies on top of other goods that have been stored in cold storage containers. The ice within those ice boxes won't melt for another few weeks as long as they stay out of any heat, which given the more chilly demeanor of the bleak stretch, he figured that that would be stretched to maybe a month or more.
They had many dry goods that they knew wouldn't go bad for a while at least. The chefs were well underway of conducting a dozen recipes to make sure that they use the stuff that would go quickest first without dipping their hands into the reserves.
There was an over 500 square-foot room within the pirate ship. It was all for food storage and was floor to ceiling filled with barrels and barrels of dried goods hanging meats, bags of flour, sugar, salt anything that could be used for food stuff it was in there.
Then one month past then two then four.
The morale of the crew had begun to waiver. Buckling like rusted chains holding up 300 tons worth of metal or wood. Creaking at the most quiet moments, but was almost on her whenever there was more chatter amongst the crew, but they all knew it was there. They all could feel that looming shadow above them have a crane above them snap and drop the weight to crush them
And today of all days, a big chunk of that weight suddenly dropped
Gunshot filled the air and reverberated across the entire deck on top and through the entire ship, causing mini to start running towards where the sound had came, and he was the first to arrive, however and shove the door open
Only to see….Tune
With a pistol in his hand
Brain matter and chunks of gore splattered across the side of the dark brown wood with stained blood that dripped and ooze down in thick trails, like tears across the face. Marks from where the spray had impacted harsh from the speed and velocity of the blood, creating large pointed marks on the wood in what was known as spatter.
Clef pushed past Eddie as he stood there, eyes wavering, and becoming foggy tears welling in his eyes as his head began to throb and filled with fog past no matter what he tried to focus on. His navigator, his second navigator. Was dead and with a hole in the side of his head and a note in hand
It spoke few simple words
It's not your fault I just can't handle it anymore. The sea calls for me and I leave now so that I may look over it.
The one that was the most devastated was Pace, the main navigator; those two were like brothers. Always bickering, but always together brothers through bond and not blood… and now they were like a coin whose one side was nonexistent.