Duncan returned to the cabin with a bountiful catch.
With a heavy thud, he threw a massive fish, almost as tall as an adult, onto the floor, and a few smaller, uglier ones followed with a clatter beside the big one.
"These fish sure put up a strong fight today, but luckily, I still had the upper hand in strength," Duncan spoke with a proud and happy tone, as he lifted his hand to wipe his forehead—though he hadn't actually broken a sweat. But as a fisherman coming back to show off his haul, wiping his forehead was the most basic respect to offer his catch, "Come take a look, this is quite the specialty from the depths of the Endless Sea. Ugly, sure, but the taste is actually quite... Why are you all making those faces?"
Duncan finally shifted his gaze away from his catch and looked up, only to spot Sherry, Morris, and A-Gou all huddled far away in the cabin. Aside from A-Gou's unfathomable expression, Morris and Sherry's complexions clearly looked off.