Climbing along the rusty cabin of the whale to the Captain's Cabin on the upper deck.
The Captain's Cabin was equally terrible; time and the environment had severely corroded it. The tables, chairs, beds, floors, and the ship's wheel were all wooden products that, in the damp environment, looked like decayed corpses, gnawed beyond recognition. The deer head specimen skewed and hung on the wall appeared grotesque, as the sea breeze whistled through the damaged window and squeezed into the Captain's Cabin.
Katerina had come to the seaside and sailed for the first time, but this was certainly not a wonderful experience.
But it was still better than inside the cabin, which was filled with the smell of rust and dripping rusty water from the broken ceiling, along with eerie echoes, as if terrifying echoes emanated from the deep sea.
"Will it take us to the Vena Ice-Free Port?"
