Somewhere on the ship, a bird landed. The surrounding crew members found it amusing and tossed it some scraps of food.
However, the bird showed no interest in these leftovers. Its feathers were glossy and pitch-black, yet shimmered with iridescent colors in the sunlight.
It flew straight toward another part of the ship. Had these not been ordinary humans, they might have found it strange that a bird could land on a vessel that had concealed its tracks.
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