"I'm done for,"
the ambusher replied with a stony face, his voice filled with frustration and rage.
"Huh?" The person on the other end didn't catch on immediately.
"I'm dead," the ambusher rephrased.
"Oh..." The voice on the other end dragged out, hesitated for a moment, then asked with puzzlement, "You just went to take a piss, and you pissed yourself to death? Look, don't tell the Captain or the Deputy Captain the reason, or else you won't even know how you die."
The hidden contempt and schadenfreude were all heard by the ambusher.
His mouth twitched viciously as he spoke through clenched teeth, "Thanks a lot."
"No problem, no problem," the voice became cheerful, then added, "Since you're dead, I won't talk to a dead person anymore. I'll light a stick of incense for you."
"Fuck!"
Unable to contain himself, the ambusher swore loudly, clenching his fist and slamming it towards the sea's surface, causing water to splash everywhere.
But—