In the Hope Island cemetery, every crew member of the Narwhal who could make it had come. Dressed in dark clothes, they silently watched the coffin in the grave pit. Another companion had left them.
It was Tuba's coffin, but there was no body inside. His corpse had already sunk into the pitch-black depths of the sea along with SITE2. Inside the coffin lay only a set of his old clothes and a pile of the strange junk he had collected from who-knows-where.
As if hearing a sound, Deep, who stood arm-in-arm with his wife, turned toward the cemetery gate. "Captain, you're back!"
Hearing his words, the others turned to see Charles, dressed all in black, entering the cemetery slowly while being supported by Anna.
Charles's gaze swept over them, finally resting on his first mate's face. "Let me preside over the funeral."
