Paige Summers stared in shock at the ship before her and the nine men emerging from its hull. For a moment, she couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart.
All nine men had dark, sun-blackened skin and were painfully thin, their true features unrecognizable. Their outstretched hands were as rough as saws. And yet, it was these nine men who had built this vessel—nearly a hundred meters long and over ten meters wide, according to the blueprints.
Gazing at the ship, which was still only half-finished, Paige Summers truly felt it was a behemoth.
For just nine men, it was truly too tall, too massive.
Stroking the wood of the ship's hull, Paige Summers's eyes welled with tears.
'They… they must be desperate to go home…'
Shawn Summers had already run over ahead of the others. It seemed he was explaining who Paige Summers and her companions were and why they had come.
