"Sink it."
Agatha's eyes were fixed on the ship that kept approaching on the sea surface, her tone as cold and hard as ice and snow.
A junior officer beside her seemed astounded, as if unable to believe what he had just heard, "What did you say?"
"Sink it," Agatha did not respond to the young officer, but instead turned to Colonel Lister and repeated, "That is 'Assailants,' a huge source of pollution—I don't know exactly what it is, but that is definitely not the Sea Swallow."
As she spoke, she paused momentarily, her knuckles white as they gripped her cane, "I take responsibility for this decision."
Lister said nothing. His facial muscles tensed, and he stood like a frozen statue in the cold wind for a long while until the sound of a steam whistle arose from afar, louder and clearer than before, bearing an unsettling urgency. He then suddenly broke the silence, "Madam, are you certain about your source of information?"