The next morning, Mark had unconsciously snapped his eyes open as he breathe heavily like he had been holding his breath for a long time, the memories of the night before was a little bit foggy: all he remembered was getting on the ship and suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest before his eyes started to close slowly. Looking around, his eyes landed on Alana who was fast asleep beside him; she must have watched him all night he thought as he slowly stood up while covering her with a blanket before leaving the room. Mark stood by the edge of ship, staring ahead as his thoughts wandered, the poison was taking more toll on him than he expected; he was weak and he hated it, he sighed heavily and clicked his tongue before bringing out the map, staring at it for a moment before opening it t
