Mister Ratré was the worst kind of leader. He was ignorant and arrogant, a mixture that often led to the worst possible outcomes. However, the scene managed to stun him, too, silencing him for the good part of a minute.
Clifford was in a similar condition. The ship's canopy didn't offer the best point of view, but the scene was so big that even the naked eye could study it. An isolated storm raged before the crew, and a gargantuan snake floated lifelessly over its tall waves.
"Is-," Mister Ratré finally spoke, his slight stammer highlighting his fear. "Is it dead?"
The two men couldn't see much from their position, and getting closer to the storm wasn't an option. The tall waves also hindered the inspection, preventing the arrival of definitive answers.
"Captain, we should leave," Clifford suggested, understanding that whatever Coravis held was far bigger than the White Mouse crew.
"Nonsense," Mister Ratré refused. "Do you know how expensive the trip here was?"
