"Alright, get up!"
After Russell knocked his head on the floor a hundred times, the person in the dark spoke slowly.
"Yes! Thank you, sir."
The old man lowered his head and then leaned on the armrest of the chair, sitting back in his seat.
"The man kneeling at Captain Smith's feet."
"I've read your profile. You're the first mate on Blacktooth. You're called the Amber, aren't you?"
His inquiry did not get Amber to reply to him. Left with no choice, Smith could only bow his head and speak on behalf of Amber.
"Exactly!"
"Well, since that's the case..."
The person sitting in the dark nodded as if he had confirmed something.
"That's all. Let's get down to our business now."
The person said, and then picked up the document under his nose and examined it.
"Captain Smith, let me ask you."
"Yesterday evening at 5:49, an explosion took place at a dock in Guinea-Bissau."