Forward, the never-ceasing currents, the ever-blowing gale heading only forward.
The Sound of Dawn sailed across the ocean.
On the boundless blue ocean, only this ship sailed alone, a solitary speck.
At the edge of the open-air deck, Jason was holding a fishing rod, sea fishing.
But the bucket beside him was empty, and the fishing line before him showed no sign of movement.
"How long has it been since Alka and the others came up?" he asked.
Nearby, Juanlu's voice came over lightly, "Let me see... two days, I guess. For the past two days, they haven't shown any sign of coming up. They've probably reached a critical point in their research or something."
He was holding a fishing rod too, but unlike Jason, there was a meter-long sea fish in his bucket. At least he hadn't come up empty-handed.
"Ever since Alka asked me to call Lucilia down a week ago, they've been completely absorbed, forgetting to eat or sleep," Jason said. "I have no idea what they're researching this time."
