Mood for a Gamble

A distance away from the explosion, near the shore, Ku Jin shielded his eyes with his hands and let out a sharp whistle. A delighted grin spread across his face as he taunted, "Did you enjoy my little gift? Unfortunately, I predicted your prediction, and you, Marius Morningstar, have lost the game." 

He made a gun gesture at the burning remnants that floated amidst the dark expanse of the sea. "Bang!" 

Humming a random tune, he waited patiently until the Interpol had their full focus on the fallen helicopter before riding his speedboat to the cargo ship. He climbed up using the anchor rope and flipped himself effortlessly onto the deck. 

"Wow!" He let out an astonished sound at the sight that greeted him.