The sea surface shimmered brilliantly under the sunlight, displaying an enchanting interplay of blue and green hues.
In the distance, where the sea met the sky, the two merged into one, seemingly without any boundary.
The Delicate Miniature Ship appeared to be resting atop a pane of glass, its hull unmoved by even the slightest ripple.
Berkeley lowered the sails and called out loudly: "Mr. Owen, we are now directly above Heartstealer Island. Shall we proceed with the operation?"
Owen, dressed in a snug black outfit, nodded and said: "Let's go."
With that, he leapt from the ship without a moment's hesitation, causing a splash of water.
Finn, Erin, and Berkeley followed suit.
Morton, standing at the ship's edge, twitched his mouth in disbelief: "They're insane, truly insane. Even greedier than me. Knowing full well that the area below is controlled by the neptune race and the merfolk, they still go down..."
