Taking the phone, the First Mate's expression was just as grave.
His fingers flew as he scrolled through the text messages.
As his eyes scanned line after line, his brow furrowed tighter and tighter. Just like Alvin, he was completely baffled.
They weren't supposed to conduct a rescue. Instead, they were to begin fishing operations immediately.
And for the cheapest kind of fish, no less—Atka Mackerel, which they'd normally never bother with.
With this type of fish, you could only maybe earn some hard-won cash by relying on large-scale, high-volume operations with small profit margins.
If a boat like the River Beach, which prioritized high efficiency and high returns, were to fish for them alone...
...it would be a purely money-losing deal. The gains wouldn't even cover the costs.
However, the First Mate also knew that since the boss had already given clear instructions...
...as crew members, all they could do was follow orders.
