One hour later, they had crossed the pollution barrier and come upon the real open sea.
To avoid conflict, the yacht sailed westward, toward the heart of the Great Ocean, and was now 20 nautical miles from the coast. Humans treated the sea just as they would beautify the dead, for wealthy individuals. Beaches and clean sea areas designated for the rich were exceptionally tidy, with bottles and jars automatically collected by robots, and even the sand could be periodically renewed by the sea. But once you left the marked clean zones on the map, trash and dead fish would gather together like large clusters of bacteria under a microscope.
Observing ocean current movements had never been this effortless, just by looking at the spread of white trash on the surface of the water, you could see everything at a glance. Pan Ruiyi detested the garbage and took the helm herself, steering the yacht to more remote areas.
