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CHAPTER 116: DANCE OF DEATH ON THE OPEN SEA
Author: Amoy
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Five hours had passed since The Redeemer left the river mouth and entered the open waters of the Java Sea. The silence of the night had now turned into a terrifying symphony. The previously clear, starry sky was now covered by thick black clouds. The wind blew harder, raising three-meter waves that slammed against the hull with loud thuds.

In the wheelhouse, Rizal struggled to maintain the ship's course. His serious face was wet with seawater spraying through a cracked wi

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