Eyes locked on the ship’s surveillance monitors, Adam tracked Arale and the remaining pirates like a hunter stalking prey. The grainy black-and-white feeds flickered with each movement, offering a ghostly yet invaluable glimpse of their positions.
Gathering his officers once again, Adam spoke in a low but commanding tone. “Stay hidden. Stay sharp. This isn’t over.” He reminded them that stealth was their strongest weapon—their survival depended on it.
In the hushed control room, Adam reached for the radio. His voice, steady and composed, cut through the static as he contacted the Coast Guard. Calmly, he relayed their situation: two pirates contained, but Arale and his men still armed and prowling the decks. His words were clipped and precise, the urgency unmistakable.
The silence that followed was suffocating. Adam and his crew exchanged tense glances, their eyes darting back to the radio as seconds crawled by. Every moment stretched thin under the weight of uncertainty.
At last, the radio crackled to life. The Coast Guard confirmed they were preparing an intervention plan, intent on boarding with minimal escalation. The promise of help brought a flicker of relief, but Adam knew the truth—rescue was still hours away.
Somewhere out on the vast Arabian Sea, they were alone for now. Adam steadied himself, his gaze never leaving the monitors. Reinforcements were coming, but survival until then would depend on him.