Donna jerked back, her pupils constricting, her mouth half-open as her scream reached her lips.
If she hadn't seen the messenger before, then she would've long lost control of herself and staggered to her feet in terror, unconcerned whether she would flip over the tables or chairs.
Fortunately, she was no longer the young lady who was completely ignorant of the matters of the sea when she first boarded the White Agate. Her voice had only become slightly sharper as she pointed outside the window and stammered, "Th-there's a zombie!
"A headless zombie!"
She used the most commonly seen zombie in folklore to describe the terrifying thing she had just seen.
Cecile shot to her feet and rushed to Donna's side. She looked curiously out of the window where the raging wind was blowing and observed for a few seconds.
"There's nothing," she said truthfully.