Chapter 269 Who Took the Bite?

The freezing weather was bad enough, but the real killer was the fact that it was nighttime.

Fishing after dark meant one was way more likely to reel in something nasty. As for diving into the sea, one might as well write one's own obituary.

The Specter Fleet drifted quietly on the waves, hail hammering the deck. Each icy stone splashed into the pitch-black water, bobbing with the swells like pebb