After their meal, the Narwhal started moving again, and they resumed their search for the legendary Key.
Time ticked by. The endless space that constantly emerged from the Darkness seemed to stretch on forever. The sights in the deep were always the same: submarines and enormous skeletons.
The lack of clues made Charles increasingly anxious. In this situation, he'd almost prefer it if something attacked the Narwhal. At least then, perhaps Anna, with her skill in Mind Control, could dig something out of their minds. The mounting frustration of finding nothing was torture.
BEEP. With a clear ping, the sonar indicated it had detected something.
"Left rudder fifteen!" the Second Officer shouted, turning the helm. Standing by the map, Bandage swiftly drew a line on the paper.
The Narwhal's propellers spun to life, and the submarine headed for the location the sonar had revealed.
It was likely just another skeleton or submarine, but they had to investigate. What if it's the Key?
