However, this boat wasn't large. Besides Kosu, who was holding a compass to determine direction, there was Sunday raising the sails, and Kulu who was idle and despondent.
This man, who was always silent, hadn't spoken a word since he killed his former spouse.
His clothes were still stained with some blood spots, his zombie-like face showed no change in expression, and his eyes revealed no emotional fluctuation.
Seeing someone struggling, Kulu took a step forward and delivered a hard slap, the sharp sound quieting all the captives.
Only Kulu stood afar, gazing at the dwindling archipelago, looking longingly in the direction his son was said to have swum.
...
After practical use, Kosu had fully grasped how to use the compass and could combine this handy tool with his own experience to assist in steering the boat.
He chatted with Sunday as they skillfully adjusted their course forward.
