Shrouded Seascape

Chapter 918: Making a Move

"What happened to you? Why did you suddenly jump into the sea?" Anna asked with furrowed brows, addressing the drenched Wang Sheng on the deck.

"I don't know. I don't know why I jumped. I just looked at the sea and felt this inexplicable urge to jump," Wang Sheng said in a terrified tone of voice. He was clearly shaken by his involuntary suicide attempt.

With a slight wave of Anna's finger, two people rushed forward and began patting down Wang Sheng. In no time, they found a soaked piece of paper with a series of numbers on it.

It was the same secret code that they found on Li Long not too long ago.

"High Priestess, I'm not a traitor! I have no idea where that came from!" Wang Sheng exclaimed, frantically trying to prove his innocence to Anna.

Of course, Anna knew he wasn't a traitor. She was already aware that the enemy was attacking every useful person on her side.

They haven't left yet. They're still on the ship. I have no idea what they're doing, but they're definitely trying to get these pieces of paper to the island, Anna concluded to herself while staring at the wet paper.

This was good news for Anna. Wherever they were hiding, their actions suggested that they hadn't been able to contact their organization.

However, Anna knew that she couldn't let this drag on any longer. A long, drawn-out encounter was disadvantageous for her. The enemy was hidden while she was exposed, so she had no way of counterattacking.

Anna emerged from her train of thought and turned around. Looking at the gazes on her, she declared, "Everyone, assemble on deck! Bring up all the weapons that we have on the ship."

With that, box after box of firearms was brought out and distributed to everyone.

Anna's plan was already underway, and they now had a clear understanding of the island's layout, so it was time for them to make a move.

"Tomorrow, I'll invite that skinny guy aboard and have him receive God's blessing. The island is basically ours once he becomes one of us!

"If anything goes wrong, we'll proceed with Plan B—capture the radio towers and sever the island's connection to the outside world," Anna declared.

To ensure that the islanders wouldn't see them toting guns, everyone practiced their guns on the ship. Roy was among those who were busy preparing for tomorrow's events.

Roy held the gun firmly and fired repeatedly at the target on the wall. He was extremely accurate with his bullets hitting bull's-eye multiple times.

"I used to be in the military, so this is child's play for me," Roy explained with a smile to Wang Sheng and the others, who were taken aback by Roy's accuracy with a gun.

"That's awesome! Come, come, come. Teach us your secrets, will you? How are you so accurate with it?"

In the face of the Fhtagn followers, Roy didn't hold back. He stayed in character and enthusiastically shared his experience with firearms. He taught them hands-on, and everyone's accuracy had improved significantly by late night. At the very least, they could finally hit their targets.

The intermittent gunfire finally vanished as everyone called it a day and headed to their quarters one after another. They needed a good rest for the sake of tomorrow's plan.

Roy and Wang Sheng happened to be heading the same way, so they were walking together toward their sleeping quarters.

"Honestly, I might not be able to sleep tonight. We're about to do something big, so I'm feeling really nervous. I'll definitely need a smoke before we start tomorrow," Wang Sheng rambled to Roy.

"Don't worry; we'll definitely succeed," Roy said, patting Wang Sheng's shoulder to reassure the latter. His words weren't just a bunch of nonsense to soothe Wang Sheng. Objectively speaking, Anna had a high chance of taking over the island nation tomorrow.

The island nation had a population of more than seven hundred thousand people, and the idea of around a thousand people attempting to take over it sounded implausible, but it was not far-fetched at all. ?

More often than not, the ruling parties of small nations reached their current heights through outlandish maneuvers, and there was even a case when a hundred people with guns on bicycles somehow managed to take over an entire country.

Moreover, Anna's people weren't just ordinary people—they were fanatical cultists. Anna also had a special ability to conjure flames, so it would be easy for her to take over the island unless something went wrong.

That was why Roy was so anxious—he was so anxious that he was struggling to maintain his self-hypnosis and stay in character.

Once Anna had occupied the island, her next move would be to use the islanders as sacrificial offerings to make those aboard receive the so-called "blessing." Roy would definitely be among the first batch to receive such a "blessing."

Those who had gone through the blessing ceremony would unconditionally worship the God Fhtagn, and they'd show absolute loyalty to God Fhtagn's representative, Anna.

Roy believed that he'd instantly be brainwashed like the others as soon as he received the "blessing." If that happened, then he would have no other choice but to end himself.

The door to Roy's quarters closed with a click, and his eyes instantly grew determined. If he wanted to avoid that fate and save those poor islanders, tonight was his only chance to make a move.

However, there was just one problem—how was he going to interfere? His previous attempts had proven that trying to get a message out through the people on the ship was impossible. He needed to find another way.

What should I do? How can I get a message to headquarters when I can't communicate with the outside world? Roy thought with furrowed brows.

The only thing he could rely on was the controllable Anomaly in his hands. It could manipulate someone's behavior through their dreams, but it hadn't been very useful, as everyone had been staying on board. Plus, it could only affect one person at a time.

Roy made a cup of coffee for himself and fell into deep contemplation while staring at the swirling black liquid inside the cup.

But even after his coffee had gone completely cold, Roy had yet to come up with any solution. The clock's minute hand turned and turned—he was running out of time.

Roy became more and more anxious as dawn drew closer. When the hour hand finally pointed at three, a certain person's face popped up in his mind. It was the face of the Narwhale's captain, Roger. If anyone on the ship had the power to change things, it would be the captain.

He could manipulate the old captain's behavior and make him run the ship at full speed toward the beach, grounding it there. By then, someone on the island would surely record a video of the grounded ship and upload it to UTube.

The headquarters knew that he was on this ship, so they'd surely send someone to him upon seeing the grounded Narwhale.

Time was ticking by fast, and Roy had no time to waste. He had to move now, as the early risers would surely awaken from their slumber once the hour hand struck four.

Roy closed his eyes and took a deep breath while standing behind the door to his sleeping quarters. Moments later, he grabbed the door handle and turned it hard before slipping into the dim corridor outside.