The sea lion still raced across the sea, heading for the G-5 base.
The Marines were silent. Many had been so frightened by the battle just now that they had already fallen asleep.
After his friendly exchange with Bright, Zephyr made another call to Headquarters, then fell silent as well.
Only Bright and Tesoro chatted intermittently atop the sea lion's back.
Mostly, Tesoro was the one talking. He was telling Bright about the filming planned after the movie.
He wanted to borrow Fish-Man Island's fleet. The final climactic battle had to be grand enough.
Tesoro excitedly described the scene deep beneath the sea, where the fleet defending Fish-Man Island exchanged fire with the invading pirate fleet.
Amid that lively, thunderous barrage, the male and female leads would infiltrate behind enemy lines, defeat the utterly vile pirates aboard their flagship, and finally dance together amid the endless explosions and fireworks to bring the story to a close.
"That's absolutely fantastic!"
Tesoro was completely lost in his own fantasy. "It's stirring and passionate, yet tender and heartrending—unbelievably romantic!"
"Romantic my ass."
Bright rolled his eyes. "Never mind how pirate ships are supposed to fire cannons underwater. What the hell were you thinking, having them dance in the middle of artillery fire?"
Tesoro looked at Bright regretfully. "It's truly sad that you would say something like that, Bright. Art may originate from life, but naturally it transcends life. This is called artistic adaptation."
Bright could not be bothered to respond.
Every terrible movie director said that.
He would just wait for the box office to slap Tesoro in the face.
Come to think of it, did movies in this world even have box office revenue?
While the two chatted idly, Zephyr's gaze shifted from Bright's back to the sea lion.
It was no