"The Main God is witness! Why is the place where this 'Big Bowl' went into the water a bit off this time? How strange. Every time it goes in, the position is different... Move the ship a little farther left!"
"Huh? Honored red-haired Captain Chabo, the ship can't move right now. If it moves, under the pull of the ropes, the Diving Bell's waterline will shift at an angle. It'll tip over very easily, and the air will leak out... We can only move position after the bell is hauled up, before the next dive."
"Waterline? Leak air?... Uh..."
The noon sun shone straight down on the sea, casting up a dazzling white glare. Colorful coral reefs lay sunk on the seabed; even through twenty or thirty meters of water, their brilliance seemed close enough to touch. And a dark iron-wrapped wooden bell had sunk among the coral reefs, seemingly some distance away from another dark, long-barreled cannon.
Aboard the Caravel Stone Spear, red-haired Chabo narrowed his eyes and stared into the crystal-clear deep sea. He could see two lean Pearl Divers clearly, like two busy ants, working hard with a rope as they tied knots around the fixed long timber and the long-barreled cannon. After working a short while, the Pearl Divers had to go back into the big bell to take another breath, then slowly walk back.
A simple knot-tying process was so slow and difficult in the deep seawater, like a worm gnawing at leaves. After a full seven or eight minutes, Chabo suddenly widened his eyes and laughed in delight.
"Haaha! Old Sea Turtle really is amazing! He changed breaths twice and finally tied another rope between that artifact and the fixed hardwood! Ah Ding, how many ropes is this now?..."
Beside red-haired Chabo, the former