"What... is this?"
"Mr. Charles, do you think it's an underwater hill?"
"Doesn't look like it. To me, it seems more like a clump of coral. Since there are fish swimming around, it shouldn't be dangerous. First mate, get us a bit closer."
Charles hurried a couple of steps to the periscope at the back, shutting one eye and peering inside. Even though he could only use one eye, the periscope offered a far wider view.
As the Narwhal slowly drew nearer, its searchlights cutting through the gloom, the outline of the object ahead became clearer. It was a ship, a sunken wreck on the seabed, encrusted with all kinds of coral and barnacles.
Other than me, only the kings of Sodoma know about Hope Island. Could this be a pirate ship?
