"What is the estimation of our losses?" Prashyona asked the other ministers with a grim face. The reports are bad. He knows.
"I don't have the exact number," Oro replied. "Three boats have been claimed by Meya. I don't think anyone would survive the furious river. That itself would cost us one hundred and fifty lives. I saw seven men from my boat going into the depths. And..." he couldn't say more. He should not have been saying anything about the ship. The waves were monstrous. He had never seen such horrific waves multiple times bigger than the ship. Each wave could swallow the entire ship. How long the ship would be floating, he couldn't say.
"No need to say anything, Oro. Let us hope no harm will come their way." Prashyona still sounds optimistic.
"We must send a search bunch." Shi
