"There's still plenty of space on the aft deck, can't you grow some eyes?"
"You clumsy lot better be careful, the stuff inside here isn't something you can afford to compensate for if damaged!"
"Hey! The guy in the blue long boots, hurry up! Don't dawdle! If I catch you trying to slack off again, don't expect to get paid by me!"
The boarding point of the Deep Sea Coral Ship.
A demon, standing three and a half meters tall, was shrouded in an army green cotton coat, his head adorned with a steampunk-style diving helmet, completely obscuring his face.
A fierce and snide voice emitted from the respirator at the front of the helmet.
Slightly visible were small tentacles capable of breathing and phonation, mildly undulating around the breathing port.
He was directing the port's accompanying sailors to transport extremely important cargo.
The rest of the exploration team was already waiting inside the Coral Ship, ready to set sail once the cargo was loaded.
At that moment.
