"You can pick any one then." Arthur Lindsey clearly left this daunting task to her.
And trusted her immensely.
"Are you really letting me choose?"
Ella Lacey's big, innocent eyes sparkled with life.
She was afraid of ruining things. This was a competition, after all, one to win the secret pouch.
But Arthur Lindsey's mischievous eyes were firm. He wanted her to choose.
Helplessly, Ella nodded and pointed towards a marine zone in the southeast, "...here."
"Mr. Lindsey's team has chosen the southeastern corner, right?"
The host confirmed and then pointed out the remaining area to others, "Everyone else can choose from these areas as your fishing venues. The competition will officially start in ten minutes."
Immediately, the bustling crowd scattered across the sparkling, broad deck, frantically searching for their own fishing spots.
"President Marley, let's stay here."
