The pain slowly dissipated, and Charles, realizing what had happened, collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.
"Captain, are you alright? What on earth happened?" Deep reached out a hand to help Charles up from the ground.
"What are you all doing over here? Hurry up and steer the ship." Charles, devoid of strength, forced himself to stand firm.
"It's ok, we've stopped the ship, it won't drift away."
"Stop the ship! Go and start it up now! What if those things catch up to us?" Charles shoved him hard.
Deep quickly took the helm and shouted through the turbine communication pipe, telling them to stoke the furnace.
With bandages aiding him, Charles sat back down on the stool, casting an inquiring look at his captain.
"It's nothing, just a little issue. The Futan Sect guys have the power to link with dreams; remember to be careful in the future."
"I know..." Bandages responded.
Charles dared not sleep any longer. He sat on the stool, watching his crew steer the ship.
