Time passed, and before long, three days had gone by.
Ratchet had lived up to Loa's expectations. Working millimeter by millimeter on the unusually hard Seastone, he had carved it into a box large enough for the experiment.
At his call, a group of Undead Soldiers lifted the stone coffin, which weighed several tons, and slowly carried it toward the shore. Loa and the others were already waiting there.
"Caesar, are you sure you've fully understood the experimental data?"
Loa was addressing a tall man whose coat billowed in the wind like gas, revealing a diagonally striped suit beneath it.
He was one of the prisoners Ulysses had brought back from Punk Hazard: a former scientist with the Marine Headquarters Science Unit, said to be second only to Dr. Vegapunk in talent.
Of course, just how wide the gap was between first and "second" was another question entirely...
That aside, as Vegapunk's former colleague and the second-ranking scientist in the Science Unit, Caesar was undoubtedly capable.
But Caesar was obsessed with surpassing Vegapunk and had even disparaged and mocked his work. Loa could hardly feel comfortable leaving the experiment in his hands. So he was giving Caesar another pointed warning.
After all, he had already made it clear that Caesar's fate rested on this experiment. If it failed, he died. There would be no discussion.
"Don't worry, Lord Loa. Even if I don't like that Vegapunk fellow, I still have to look out for myself." After facing the hard fists of everyone on Turtle Island, Caesar rubbed his hands together and answered with an ingratiating smile.
"I'd only encountered a small portion of the research on the Lineage Factor before, but now that I have all the experimental data, please believe me when I say I won't fail. That's my