In truth, this voyage wasn't all that different from the ones before. West felt such immense pressure mainly for another reason—the modified Narwhal.
From the previous trial runs, he'd realized what his Captain was up to: he wanted to explore the forbidden places at the bottom of this mysterious sea, where no human had ever set foot. For the past few days, he kept having dreams of the Captain taking him underwater, where they were snared by a Sea Monster and the entire ship was dragged into a pitch-black abyss.
"Captain… are we… are we really going down there?" West asked, nervously pinching his cigarette.
"Of course. Did you think I rebuilt this ship just for kicks?"
"Then… what are we looking for at the bottom?"
"We're looking for something that fell into a pit down there. Based on the depth, it's about five hundred meters. We're just picking something up, so it shouldn't be too dangerous."
The cigarette in West's hand trembled uncontrollably. How is that not dangerous?
