Paying double had been highly efficient.
In less than ten minutes, all the paperwork had been completed.
"Mr. Bodyguard, can you drive a yacht?"
"I can even fly a fighter jet." Eric handed over his identification with a dark expression.
He was qualified for land, sea, and air, and none of the ranks were low.
The staff member remained impressively composed as he handed back the documents and keys.
Eric caught them and boarded the sixty-foot yacht without a word.
Once everyone had boarded, the midsized yacht left the marina and headed toward the vast international waters of Hawaii.
After around four hours, the yacht had traveled nearly a hundred nautical miles.
"This distance should be enough." Kenny raised his wand and pointed it at the engines near the stern.
With a slight tremor, the yacht began to pick up speed bit by bit.
Jennifer clasped her hands, lowered her head, and closed her eyes. "Merlin, please bless us so we don't run into any Aurors—"
It was the first time Vincent had seen such an unusual way of praying.
"Does it increase the odds of success?"
Rinne answered for her. "It's a North American custom. The No-Majs learned it from them."
"I see." Vincent looked ahead.
Beneath the dim sky, the Pacific Ocean seemed even more boundless.
He entered the cabin and looked at the half-meter-tall navigation device.
The island where Hilo was located lay behind them. At Typhoon Iniki's speed of thirty nautical miles per hour, they should be able to see it in another two or three hours.
"Dad, do you want to rest for a bit?"
Eric rolled his neck. "It's heavy. You need—"
When he saw Vincent draw his wand, he shut his mouth with a thoroughly displeased expression.
There were many things magic could