PAINFUL DESTINY

In another chember called the kitchen tucked inside the ship, the head of chefs walked his way to the cold room where different meats and perishables were stored. Green about the terrible tragedy on deck, he pulled the cold room door open and entered inside to pick some meats for soup.

Inside the cold room, a variety of meat carcasses hanged up on steel hooks. As a professional, the head chef could easily distinguish between the different types of meat. Carefreely, as he whistled with his mouth, turning one carcass after the other, he managed to find the best choice of meat he needed to prepare a proper soup for tomorrow's dishes.

Suddenly, as he ejected carcass off the hook, a coughing voice startled him. Drastically he made a head turn in the suspected direction. Intrigued and very anxious, on careful movements he walked to find out who exactly was inside such an ice cold room because, never did he expect any.

"Who is that?"