CLICK. The sound of the camera echoed as Linda lifted the black cloth from over herself and the camera. She 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. Using a ruler and a pen, he drew a precise sea chart on the back with Coral Island as the anchor point.
A small stack of photos already lay on the table beside him. Each one had an identical sea chart drawn on its back.
If someone from the Light God Sect got their hands on just one of these, they would be able to find this sun-drenched Hope Island.
These things could be done by others, but he trusted his own hands more than anyone else's.
"Captain, we're almost out of film," Linda said calmly.
"Wait." Charles picked up the nearby sunglasses, removed both lenses, and overlapped them over the camera's lens.
"Aim at that gap up there and use up all the remaining film."
