Bab 1401: [Blow the fucking thing.]

Before I could even voice out my thoughts, another small-ish boat started to slowly disappear from view akin to a broken office chair playing the worst prank on a new employee trying to intently listen on one of their most important meetings by slowly descending below eye level.

Still, this boat I was staring at intently was visibly sinking—and I don't know if it was due to the living corpses tangling with its anchor and then dragging it down or if someone mistakenly released the Kraken.

My head was definitely telling me to throw in my stack of grenades to that particular spot but with the other boats in the immediate vicinity, the best way to go about it was to trust this slightly faster process of clearing the dead. It wasn't like we could see what was happening down there except for the two ships about to come in a short while.

Yeah, I was talking about sonar.