"There's still plenty of room on the aft deck. Can't you watch where you're going?"
"You clumsy lot, be more careful! If anything in here gets damaged, there's no way you can afford to compensate for it!"
"Hey! You in the blue Long Boots, move it! Quit dawdling! If I catch you trying to slack off again, don't expect to get paid by me!"
At the boarding point for the Deep Sea Coral.
A three-and-a-half-meter-tall aberrant stood there, his body swathed in a military-green padded coat. He wore a steampunk-style diving helmet that completely concealed his face.
His fierce, cutting voice emerged from the respirator at the front of his helmet.
A few tiny pore-tentacles capable of breathing and speech could vaguely be seen drifting slightly between the breathing vents.
He was directing the port sailors as they loaded extremely important cargo.
The rest of the expedition team was already waiting inside the Coral. They would depart immediately once the cargo had been loaded.
At that moment.
The staff member assigned to guide Han Dong came before the person in charge and explained that three more people needed to board.
"What the hell is this? Didn't we already charter the Coral?"
"The situation is this..."
The staff member pointed toward Han Dong, who stood in the deep-sea dock district wearing a Beak Mask and cloaked in a cape, then explained the situation.
"Oh? A Deep Sea Emissary... Fine, then. He can bring us some extra luck.
Still, have them come over first. There are some matters I need to discuss with them face-to-face. This shipment is quite important, after all."
Under the staff member's introduction.
Han Dong took the lead, while Maritis linked her arm through his and pretended to be his spouse.
Eugenis trailed behind them, hunched over and