Helen's Warning

"What's up? The danger's gone, right?"

Helen was a bit startled by Angor's voice.

"Sir-sir." She tried to bow to show respect, but she then felt a gentle force stopping her. "It's strange, sir. I mean, the sea is strange in these days."

"Why? Isn't it common for Devil's Water to be so hazardous?"

"It's not the weather…" Helen considered but didn't find the right words to explain. "This may sound weird, but do you think the sea is being awfully quiet?"

"Quiet?" Angor listened to the blowing wind, clashing tides, and the ominous bubbles that suggested hidden turbulence below their position. "Can you elaborate?"

Helen shook her head. "I don't know how to say this but… this route, I've taken it many times, and it used to be more 'lively'. But now, it's dead."

Angor could only consider the obscure expression as Helen's instinct. But still, he failed to understand.

Helen lowered her head and sighed. "Perhaps I'm being too edgy, sir."