The night of April 14th was unusually bleak and quiet on Atobe's massive cruiseliner.
The skies were clear, the air was crisp and cold, and there was nary a soul on deck.
The only sound that remained was the rushing melody of the ocean, and the faintest murmur of the crew.
In their cabins, everyone was sleeping soundly.
Until...
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Jackal likes the song. :(
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