Viktor throws his sword out at sea out of anger. He lost another crate. Meaning he'll be behind on funds.

He groans and slides a hand through his hair in frustration.

To his confusion, the sword is back on the ship.

"I could've sworn... I threw this?" He picks up the sword and throws it again.

And like before, it's on the ship again...

"Who's out there!?" Viktor shouts in demand.