"A distress signal?"
In the captain's quarters, He Ao looked at Yang De with confusion.
"This is the distress signal we just received."
Yang De gestured for the young man beside him to proceed.
Timely, the young man played the recording.
"Help... there are pirates... save us... our coordinates are..."
The words in the recording were in the Central Earth language, the voice filled with panic, accompanied by the shrill screams of women.
"We received this recording about twenty minutes ago, the coordinates mentioned were very fuzzy, hard to determine. We later managed to triangulate the positions via radio, and barely pinpointed their location," Yang De explained softly, "approximately twenty nautical miles to our northwest."
He Ao didn't speak; he just continued to calmly watch Yang De, waiting for what he had to say next.
"We are preparing for the rescue," Yang De looked at He Ao,
