One day, Angor re-arranged the folders on the tablet and created two main categories: “The Earth” and “My World”. Then, he read a chapter of The Snows Of Kilimanjaro , before he left his room to eat.
Before he could reach the dining hall, a sharp whistle noise sounded across the whole ship.
It came from multiple places, with each cycle consisting of three long blows and two short ones. Angor immediately realized that this was a red alert on The Redbud.
He quickly became serious about the situation and began walking back to his room. Mara told them that if the ship went into red alert, they had better stay in their own rooms.
On his way back, Angor saw most of the other talents discussing over the matter with their doors opened.
Some said a sea monster was attacking, some said about an incoming storm, and some mentioned a reef strike. Someone even said the Cloud Whale in the sky was about to attack The Redbud. They were all guesses, all bad ones. Everyone appeared to be worried and terrified.
Fear was something one would expect on the endless sea but only the unpredictable future would make the fear worse.
Angor was worried as well even though he knew this would not change anything. He did not have the power to change his own fate right now, so all he could do was to pray for peace.
Upon returning to his room, Angor quickly opened the air vent on the wall and looked towards outside using the small window.
To his disappointment, he could not see anything.
A thick mist had engulfed the ship for god knew how long. He could hardly see beyond ten meters.
The “unknown” could trigger a man’s boundless imagination. Angor was only a teenager. He might be a bit more mature and independent compared to the other kids, but that did not mean he could stay calm now.
He told himself that the alert was because of the great mist, and everything would be fine when the mist dissipated. However, he did not even believe himself. It was only the best excuse he could use to comfort himself when he could not do anything else.
The hour hand on the clock slowly moved.
It was nearly four in the afternoon, and the mist outside was still thick as before. The whistle indicating the end of the alert on The Redbud never came.
Everything seemed unchanged.
And soon enough, something happened.