บท 53: Honest Truth

"Given the small nature of the ship, when the waves occasionally hit, the boy, crouching on the floor and leaning against the wall, could hear its loud thumps on the ship, but no matter how loud or how much vibration he felt, his expression of desolation never left his face.

Sitting on the floor with his back to the wall and his arms wrapped around his knees, the boy's dull eyes looked forward, seemingly staring at the bed or perhaps the wall opposite him, however, since his eyes never moved, it wouldn't be wrong to say he was staring at nothing.

The room the boy was in wasn't anything that could be given credit. 

It had only a rather old high bed in it and a lantern hanging from the ceiling. 

The room wasn't something that a well-off person anywhere should be living in, but given the current circumstances, this could actually be counted as one of the best rooms on the ship, and most of the ship's occupants would gladly take it.