Back in the ship office, Bosun quietly approached AK, who looked visibly upset after everything that had happened.
"Sir," Bosun said softly, "don't take all this to heart."
AK looked up at him, still deep in thought.
Bosun continued, "It's always like this. Once, on another ship, when I was working as an AB, something worse happened. The Bosun and the welder got into a fight while drinking. The welder pushed him—Bosun fell, hit his head, and died on the spot. But they closed the case as an accident."
He paused and lowered his voice. "That ship had the same Chief Engineer we have now. Even after all that, he didn't change. Some people are just like that. We can't do anything, sir. Just don't let it get to you."
AK gave a small nod. "Alright, Bosun. I'll handle it."
Bosun nodded back. "Okay, sir. I'll leave now—need to finish the lashings."
"Sure," AK said. "Let me know if you need anything."
"Yes, sir," Bosun replied, and walked out of the ship office.
As AK sat alone again, his mind replayed what the Bosun had just told him. Even a murder was covered up… if that's possible, then they can hide anything here.
The web of lies was deeper than he imagined. And now, the mission had become more dangerous than ever.
His first targets: Captain Abraham, Chief Engineer Jonathan, and 3rd Officer Anish. Others might just be hiding small infractions—like the whiskey bottles—but these three were different. And then there were the secret containers… still a mystery.
But AK was stuck. He felt out of ignition, unsure where to begin. The ship was a closed space—any odd move could raise suspicion. He had to be smarter and more careful than ever before.
His next step: install hidden cameras. He already had the devices ready, but figuring out where to place them was key. The ship might be only 300 meters long, but it had countless compartments, manholes, and concealed corners.
First, he needed to know the ship better—inside and out.
It was evening now. The perfect time.
AK picked up a small notebook and a pen, slipped them into his pocket, and stepped out of the ship office. He began his deck round casually, eyes sharp, mind calculating.
The mission was no longer on pause.
It had just begun.