Some of the captains argued for returning to port, their voices heavy with gravity and concern.
In such severe weather conditions, pressing forward rashly would only put their crews in extreme danger.
But another faction of captains was unwilling to give up the chance to tail the *River Beach*.
From the moment they decided to follow the *River Beach*, they had invested a great deal of time, money, and resources.
Now that a payoff was finally in sight, how could they be willing to retreat just because of a storm?
They believed that as long as they could stick close to the *River Beach*, they might get a piece of the pie from the Emperor Crab haul.
The two sides were adamant, arguing endlessly. The atmosphere on the radio channel was tense and heated.
However, the sea wouldn't give them endless time to quarrel.
The gales began to howl, the piercing sound of the wind like a Demon's roar, sending shivers down their spines.
