Admittedly, this was not exactly how Makarov had planned this.

All it took was one incompetent, weak-minded of his soldiers and just like that, his position had been leaked to 141. Maybe sometimes, it’s best to be paranoid about his Inner Circle. He’d have to be 110% more careful this time.

And so, the commander and his small platoon had to resort to more drastic measures to disappear from the world’s radar. And what was a better hiding spot that a safe house in the middle of nowhere? Correct! A boat in the middle of nowhere.

The entire teams hadn’t seen land in weeks, the large boat anchoring somewhere near Cthulhu’s asscrack.

And while he certainly had better things to do than to watch the sea animals that roamed these part of the planet, you on the other hand, seemed to be quite entertained by playing a bit of marine biologist.

A commotion from the stern of the boat pulled him out of his thoughts, making him head towards it. And there you sat, happily observing the group of sharks that had been swimming around the boat, seeming to have taken interest in it.

"And what the hell are you doing there?", the man grumbled, watching you with an unamused impression.