Li Cheng took advantage of the water flow to cleanse the key, waded through chest-high seawater to return to the ship model, and inserted it into the front door lock.
Click.
The key was firmly stuck in the keyhole, but the door opened.
Inside, the light was dim, and the body of the "Captain" was also covered with epoxy resin, maintaining a rigid smile. Behind him stood a tall wooden cabinet, with all its drawers sealed shut, unopenable.
In the middle was installed a broken marine clock, the hands no longer moving, displaying London time as 17:06.
In front of the Captain, on the wooden table, there was a finely crafted metal instrument, and beneath it on the table, in fresh blood, there was a line of text.
[Climb onto the bow, grasp the helm, noon has arrived, set sail!]
The Slaughter Field Game's script tasks came with a translation feature, projecting the meaning of the text directly into the player's mind to overcome communication issues.