In a vast, white forest of stunted trees, Locke and his crew continued exploring the eccentric Floating Island after a brief rest.
As time passed, just as they reached a low-lying area, Locke's expression grew solemn. He suddenly spun around and looked behind them. "Wait, someone is watching us."
Charles had noticed that specific sensation of being watched as well. It was coming from behind a distant hill.
"Third Mate, send one of your bugs to check if someone is watching us and find out who they are."
A small, bee-like insect flew up from the black-robed man, wobbling as it flew toward the hill.
"Boss, there's a hole over there. It's really dark. Should we go check it out?"
Upon hearing this, Locke gestured with his hand without another word and led the crew toward the spot.
"Everyone, grab your gear. The people from the Foundation might still be hostile toward us. If it really is them, follow my command—when I say open fire, open fire."
