Charles spread out his psychic power, carefully guiding the ship toward the small island.
He was different from Gus. Gus had memorized the island's hydrographic conditions.
Though Charles had interrogated him and learned some details, even Gus's trusted subordinates could not fully describe the situation beneath the water.
After some time, Charles finally guided the Black Pearl to a stop some distance away from the island.
This was a relatively open stretch of water beneath the surface, but they had not truly reached the island yet.
This was already the furthest a large ship could reach.
Any farther, and they could only rely on small boats.
That was also the fundamental reason Charles had not chosen this island as his lair.
As an Outpost Base, it would need a Teleportation Beacon built in the future. It had to be easy to defend while remaining as accessible as possible.
Standing at the bow, Charles looked at the island in the distance. Holding the map obtained through interrogation in one hand, he said, "Prepare a small boat. We're going ashore."
Bruce began making arrangements aboard the ship.
Before long, a small wooden boat was slowly lowered from the side of the Black Pearl.
Several pirates jumped aboard to serve as rowers.
Charles said to Bruce, "You stay on the ship."
"Yes, Master!"
Charles leaped onto the wooden boat and stood at its bow.
The rowers began paddling the boat through a waterway strewn with reefs and coral, drawing closer to the island.
The weather was good today, with the sun hanging high overhead.
Sunlight spilled across the sea.
The sea breeze swept over the water, stirring up waves and shattering the sunlight into fragments like golden leaves.
Yet as they approached the island, the temperature gradually began to drop.
The island felt