Chapter 1839
Hearing Melons clarification that he wasnt tired of his company lifted Moss mood slightly, and his tone became gentler.
We wont head to Eleymond.
Well stick with the boat.
Well go wherever it takes us.
Melon tilted his head and asked innocently, Cant this boat make a stop at Eleymond? Moss chuckled and responded, Were too far from Eleymond.
This boat cant take us there.
Realizing he wouldnt see his family soon, Melon simply said, Okay. Then, he fell silent.
A few minutes later, Moss noticed from the corner of his eye that Melon was still standing there.
He turned to find Melon with his head Lowered, lips quivering, and eyes brimming with tears.
Feeling Moss gaze, Melon looked up with tears streaming down his face and said, Moss, I miss my parents and sister.
I want to go home.
Melon had been holding back his longing for home because he knew the importance of escaping his malevolent uncles grasp.
Only by escaping could he hope to reunite with his family.
Moss disliked seeing Melon cry, especially from missing his family.
He sighed out of frustration and sternly warned, Stop crying! Dry those tears now, or Ill throw you to the sea! Melon took Moss stern expression seriously and quickly wiped his tears with his hand.
Suddenly, a gunshot echoed from the rear of the boat.
Moss quickly turned to check the situation and saw their pursuers had caught up with them, Muttering curses, he increased the engines power and altered the course.
Caught off guard by the abrupt maneuver, Melon lost his footing and fell hard onto the deck.
As Moss looked down at him, about to speak, a flurry of bullets began to fly their way. While skillfully maneuvering the ship and dodging incoming fire, Moss yelled to Melon amidst the loud gunfire, Find a place to hide! Upon hearing this, Melon covered his ears and scurried off, tucking himself under the cabin.
At that moment, Moss drew his weapon and returned fire.
The intense gunfire roared around them.
After a while, silence finally fell.
Melon, wiping the sweat from his brow, emerged from the cabin and called out anxiously, Moss… Where are you? Receiving no reply heightened Melons fear.
He hastened his steps and finally spotted Moss at the control panel.
Moss was sitting there, wounded, with blood soaking through his shirt, his complexion pale.