Seeing that the first mate understood his meaning, Charles lay on the ground, gasping for air. At this moment, he felt an extraordinary discomfort in his chest, and a mouthful of blood with pink bubbles was spat out by him.
"Mr. Charles, what on earth happened? Are you alright?" A worried Lily ran over first, cautiously asking.
"Everyone back off, this guy surfaced too fast and got decompression sickness again. Couldn't you stop halfway? Got it once and now, a second time. Hey, you lot, carry him to the infirmary," the doctor ordered, holding a liquor bottle, to the sailors who were watching the show.
Being carried by the sailors, Charles slowly moved towards the cabin. It was only when he saw that there were no reaching tentacles on the dark sea surface that he fully let go of his worries.
By the time Charles's treatment had ended, it had been five hours later.
