Inside the Hope Island Governor's Mansion, Charles looked up at the huge sea chart on the wall. Fully transparent tentacles stretched out from his back, bracing against the floor to slowly lift him off the ground.
Charles floated toward the sea chart, getting closer to the area of their next expedition to examine its details.
The island chain the Pope had provided was quite interesting. Within just one hundred square miles, there were seven islands. Such a high density of islands would be considered astonishingly crowded, even in the Abyss-Sea.
Unless it was an archipelago, individual islands wouldn't be clustered so closely together.
"They aren't far from each other. Maybe I can explore several islands in one trip, which would save time," Charles said, stroking his chin as he pondered the issue.
After a moment of thought, he pointed lightly at one of the islands on the chart.
