"Ivana?!"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Phoebe's face was full of surprise.
"Hurry up, we can't pinpoint your exact location right now," Ivana Bennett urged on the other end of the phone.
Phoebe hesitated for a moment, then reported her coordinates.
On the other end, it was Ivana repeating the numbers, clearly relaying the data to someone beside her.
Then, she spoke again.
"We're about two hundred nautical miles away from you. How are the supplies on the ship? Is anyone injured?"
"The supplies can last another day without a problem, no one is injured." Phoebe paused slightly, "How did you know I was here?"
Ivana's tone became a bit more relaxed, "As for that... I'll tell you when we meet. I'll hang up now and contact you in a bit. In an hour, turn on the ship's lights to make it easier for us to find you."
Coordinates could indeed determine a position, but in a place like this, relying purely on coordinates can sometimes be challenging.
"Okay."
