The speaker exploded with a deafening burst of chaotic static, making both Min-ho and Jun jump. But beneath the loud crackle, a frantic, looping voice was breaking through the audio waves. “Fishing vessel Sea Venture, do you copy? Repeat, Sea Venture, do you copy?”
Jun grabbed the cracked microphone, pressing the button down desperately. “This is Sea Venture! We copy! We are lost in heavy fog near rocky islands, our radar is down!” The voice on the other end didn’t offer comfort; it sounded absolutely terrified. “Turn around immediately! You have drifted straight past the Northern Limit Line! You are deep inside restricted, hostile waters! You’re in the vicinity of a military submarine, what are you thinking?!”
Jun’s heart dropped into his stomach. The radio operator on the other end screamed through the static: “They have been pinging you to halt for an hour! They are preparing to take force or arrest you! Get out of there right now!”