Crimson and Furs

Chapter Fifty Three: "So Beautiful..."

Mr. Stark rubbed his eyes and yawned noisily as he sat upright on the chair which he had been seated on since last night. There were several pieces of papers crumbled up on his reading desk, all of them filled with writings and drawings. His face had a tired expression and his whole body was slumped down with fatigue. He had not had a decent sleep since he began the voyage last year. With each sleepless night he had, he was more resolved about finding the abyssal zone which members of the Abyss Cult spoke about.

But recently it wasn't the abyssal zone which troubled him, making him fatigued. No, he had actually kept his cool after the whole matter. It was the abnormalities being portrayed by Don and Black. They had been behaving abnormal since they began looking at the black fog through the telescope. With each coming day they appeared more withdrawn to themselves, staying up every night in their cabins as they scribbled away in their diaries. They even began muttering things which no