An unprecedented disagreement had broken out on the ship.
The problem was, aside from those three, everyone else knew nothing and was completely bewildered. Or perhaps, not exactly. They had gleaned some ideas from the conversation between the two and the feelings they had experienced before, but they just didn't understand what this so-called choice truly meant.
"So what in the world is going on? Is no one going to tell us anything?" Lucilia demanded from the side, her voice laced with anger and confusion.
Pororo stood at the bow with his arms crossed, observing the chaos among the crew. His gaze drifted to the sea, his thoughts unreadable.
Juanlu, the only one not involved in the commotion, watched Alka. He observed the captain, who sat quietly on the stairs, saying nothing, not even lifting a hand to stop the two. Juanlu silently walked over to Alka's side.
"It's up to you now," Juanlu said.
