Arrival at Fish-Man Island, Shyarly's Unfailing Fortune-Telling

A bright yellow Submarine cut through the icy seawater, steadily descending into the depths. The searchlights on either side of its hull tore through the thick darkness, like a tiny, insignificant firefly in the boundless deep sea.

Inside the cabin, the lighting was soft. Dawn lounged sideways in a seat by the porthole, his fitted black outfit outlining his tall, straight figure. His fingers tapped idly against the armrest as he gazed at the deep ocean beyond the window, so profound it made one's heart tremble.

Several women of vastly different charms stood beside him.

Yamato, dressed in a white kimono, was pressed against the porthole, her phoenix eyes wide with curiosity as she watched bizarre deep-sea fish swim past outside. Every now and then, she let out a gasp of amazement;

Reiju leaned against the wall, her tight combat suit accentuating her graceful figure. A lazy, seductive smile played on her lips as she watched Dawn's back;

Baby 5 stood obediently at Dawn's side, holding a freshly brewed cup of hot tea and offering it to him, her large eyes full of dependence;

Perona floated in midair, her pink twin-tails swaying as she occasionally made faces at the menacing deep-sea monsters outside the window;

Robin stood on the other side of the porthole, holding a thick ancient book. Her intelligent gaze occasionally swept over the scenery outside, her eyes filled with curiosity and a desire to explore these unknown waters.

David's Revenge was simply too large. Coating it would have taken far too long, and Dawn could not be bothered to wait. He had the others go on ahead while he took this Submarine to Fish-Man Island, checking in at this classic location from the original story.

As the Submarine continued descending, the surrounding light grew dimmer and dimmer