The leaden clouds like an iron curtain disappeared, replaced by a blue sky. The sea was no longer calm, but with the sudden rise of the breeze, waves were stirred up. They were restless together, making the natural rhythm echo.
In this peaceful, ordinary and normal world, many people are tired of boring life, but now it seems that such boredom is so precious.
On this island at the edge of the Silent Sea, covered in snow, Shrike should have been enjoying the ecstasy of escaping death, but now a more painful choice was waiting for him.
"What did you say?"
Shrike held the empty silver revolver in his hand and looked up at Floki who had stood up.
"It's a cruel and difficult choice."
Floki looked in the direction of the Sea of Silence.
There were countless wooden debris and some floating corpses on the sea outside the island. These were the people who escaped with them. Unfortunately, only they survived.
"A decision that goes against morality, a decision that turns a good person into a bad person."
Floki continued speaking as he walked over to the battered longboat, searching for something. They were the only three survivors of the entire Narwhal, but the danger was not over yet. They were on the edge of this desolate and silent sea, and if no one found them, they would still die.
"On the other side of this island, there is a small village. It is a base where I often stay after returning from the Sea of Silence. Only when we are there can we be truly safe."
After many explorations of the Silent Sea, Floki has figured out the distribution of most of the islands near the Silent Sea, and he has also established connections with the villages there, using them as his base when he returns.
Floki dug out two large bags from the longship. These were marked with the logo of the Perpetual Motion Pump. They were the supply packages prepared by the Purification Agency for this operation. Shrike looked at these things and felt a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart.
"But the problem is that this place is far from the small village. With our strength and the heavy snow, it would take us several days to walk even if we were not injured, let alone in our current condition."
Floki carried the two supply packs to Shrike. As early as when he boarded the Narwhal, Floki had made all the preparations. He asked Lancelot for these supply packs and placed them on his longship as a lifeboat in case of emergency.
It can be a lifeboat for Lancelot and others, and it can also become Floki's. He had already thought about the plan after failing to usurp the Narwhal, but unfortunately the waves caused by the sea serpent were too great, and in the end only these two were preserved.
“How to measure a person’s true value.”
Floki suddenly spoke loudly with a solemn expression.
"That is to let him face death and see what choice he makes."
He looked down at the Shrike as if he was praying, and soon placed one of the two supply packs in front of the Shrike.
"The time has come to make a decision, Shrike."
Floki said as he picked up another supply bag and walked towards the dense forest. The branches were covered with frost, like an icy cage.
Shrike struggled hard. He wanted to stand up and catch up with Floki, then strangle him to death with his own hands, but he couldn't do it. He turned over with difficulty and saw his bleeding thigh and the third survivor lying beside him.