In the endless uncharted oceans of humanity, everyone's eyes were glued to the sonar on the dashboard, the only equipment they could currently use to detect anything.
Under Charles's orders, all floodlights on the eleven submarines were turned off, and even the window blinds were drawn.
He knew what lay beneath those connected pipes and the consequences of staring at it; under these circumstances, human vision could indeed be considered a burden.
In the cockpit of the Unicorne, the first mate, second officer, captain, and helmsman had all gathered, but no one spoke. Apart from the sounds from the dashboard, only their breathing was heard in the cabin.
The atmosphere inside the cabin was extremely tense, even Nico, who usually liked to crack crude jokes, had lost interest.
"Reporting at 1800 hours sharp, Girl and Love is all fine."
"Reporting at 1800 hours sharp, Scorpion Tail is all fine."........
