Chapter 6250

Captain Sato, already advanced in age, was under the influence of psychological suggestion and drifting in a trance. Without resistance, he stripped off his clothes and walked onto the bow deck, his naked body exposed to the open night and every pair of eyes aboard.

The research vessel cut through the pitch-black strait as temperatures continued to plunge. The freezing wind lashed his body. His skin turned purple, his muscles stiffened, yet he remained hunched there, motionless—like an obscene, frozen statue planted at the bow.

Seeing that the captain was on the verge of hypothermia, Balin finally gave the order for Matsushita Heikichi to bring him back.

By the time they carried him into the cabin, his body was rigid. Fortunately, he was still breathing. Once his temperature rose, his life would no longer be in danger.

Irritated by the sight of him, Balin waved his hand dismissively and ordered that the captain be thrown into a cabin to rest. He then turned to Matsushita Heiji.

“How many days until we reach the Antarctic continent?”

“Approximately three and a half days,” Matsushita replied respectfully.