"Click"—the sound of the camera echoed. Linda lifted the black cloth from over herself and the camera, then handed the freshly taken photograph to Charles, who was waiting beside her.
Without darkroom development, the picture was a wash of white, nothing worth looking at.
Charles flipped the photo over, and using a ruler and pen, drew a precise sea chart on the back, with Coral Island as the anchor point.
Already, a small stack of photos lay on the table beside him, with identical sea charts drawn on the back of each one.
As long as someone from the Light God Sect got hold of any one of these, they would be able to find this sun-drenched Hope Island.
Other people could've done these things, but compared to anyone else, he trusted himself more.
"Captain, we're almost out of film," Linda said calmly.
"Wait." Charles picked up the sunglasses next to him, disassembled both lenses, and overlapped them over the camera lens.
