Chapter 631

　　Third person's POV 　　Tabitha instinctively glanced at her watch. At this usual hour, Wilmot would punctually bring her some fresh fruit. 　　But today was unusual. Where could Wilmot have gone? 　　Her gaze wandered around the room, finally resting on the window pane illuminated by the dim light. 　　She watched as the raindrops, slanting and relentless, struck the glass, producing a soft ticking sound. 　　It was raining, a weather that always inexplicably made her feel oppressed. 　　Leaning against the bed, she stared at the ceiling, sleepless. 　　With no other choice, she put on her headphones, trying to let her thoughts drift with the music, easing her inner turmoil. 　　She didn't know how much time had passed when the ship suddenly and violently rocked without warning. 　　Tabitha's body swayed with the bed, jolting her from her daze, her eyes snapping open wide. 　　'Something was wrong!' 　　A terrifying thought flashed through her mind. 'Could it be pirates?' 　　She quickly removed her headpho