Chapter 205: Solutions

"Click," "click," "click," the sound of bullets being loaded kept ringing out, and the crew of the Unicorns gathered together with tense expressions.

The atmosphere on board started to tense up, as those who dine at sea certainly knew what it meant when a compass was tampered with—without stars to position by at sea, the compass was the only tool to confirm the ship's direction.

If this thing had been tampered with, it meant that any data they were currently recording was wrong—they were lost.

At sea, there's nothing more terrifying than losing direction, which meant the entire ship became an iron coffin.

"Deep, James, Linda, Audric..." Charles, with a heavy expression, held his notebook and quickly compared the crew members against the recorded names.

The number of his crew members was neither more nor less, and after everyone reported their duties, there were no imposters among the crew.