Three days and four nights have passed since he began exploring the Southern Seas.
Since he did so very cautiously, his progress wasn't as huge as he'd hoped, but it was also nothing to scoff at.
Hal was now at least confident of roaming the waters a few hundred meters from his cozy little alcove, fully knowing what aquatic beasts lived in the area, and which ones he could and couldn't take.
Some of them also already remembered him, choosing to avoid his annoying little figure most of the time.
They concluded that his small size wasn't all that worth it to catch, considering the rather nightmarish trouble the aquatic beasts would have to go through just attempting.
Familiarity was what gave him confidence.
And so, today, Hal planned to venture a little farther from the Great Carralis Canyonlands and closer to where Tiki Island should've been.
The only way he could think of to complete this trial was to go through the entrance of the Temple of Chaos again.
