The massive Narwhal floated slowly in the dark expanse of space, continually drawing closer to its destination.
Inside the cockpit, Deep stared anxiously at the compass and the watch on his wrist. Next to him stood Charles and Nico, mirroring his actions. The compass, which should have been pointing straight south, was trembling nonstop as if electrified.
"Five minutes are up. Turn right." As the circular helm began to turn, the Narwhal started to change direction.
This scene repeated several times. Finally, when they saw the erratic movement of the compass slowly subside, the three of them let out a sigh of relief.
"Captain, the Foundation's map has really saved our asses! Without their reminder, anyone venturing into a place like this would get lost," Deep said at the helm.
Charles looked at the map in front of him. He had drawn this map himself, and as an outstanding artist, he captured every detail with incredible precision.
