The Shark Island

Devon's boots echoed ominously on the wooden deck as he closed the distance between himself and Draven. The entire crew stood in tense silence, their eyes darting between the two men.

"There's a black sheep among us," Devon reiterated, his voice carrying a dangerous undertone. "Someone who's been whispering secrets to the UFH. I knew they were going to attack today." He glared at his crew, his eyes piercing through them. "Did you all think I'm a fool?"

A heavy silence hung in the air as the crew avoided eye contact, guilt and fear written across their faces.

Devon's voice grew colder as he continued, "I meticulously planned every move we made today. Every step we took. And yet, the UFH was always one step ahead."