"We absolutely can't do that! Are you crazy? Do you seriously want to hasten our death?!" Jason shouted, his voice echoing sharply across the wooden deck as he slammed his fist against the railing. His face was flushed with panic, and his eyes burned with desperation as he glared at Arthur, who had just proposed the unthinkable.
"Come on, what's the difference?" Austin countered, standing tall despite the storm of tension. "We're dying anyway! I'm just saying—it's better we satisfy our curiosity before the inevitable! Am I the only one wondering what's pulling our ship like this? What could possibly have the strength to drag something this massive?!"
The silence that followed his words was louder than the shouting. The expressions on the crew's faces—wide-eyed and conflicted—made it clear that they, too, were curious. Something deep within them wanted to understand what kind of force defied natural laws so completely.
