This journey turned out to be longer than Charles had imagined. For fifteen consecutive days, they still hadn't found the island with the Key.
The path to the island was not straight—it sometimes twisted and turned undersea, making circles, and though they hadn't traveled far, it had wasted a lot of Charles's time.
However, no matter what, the Unicorne continued to move forward. After putting in so much effort, it couldn't possibly just end like this.
But a spreadsheet laid out in front of Charles presented new trouble; they were out of supplies.
Originally, he had made preparations before departing, even reserving extra food and freshwater for emergencies,
but who could have known that the island would actually "grow legs" and move on its own?
"We must... to return... reserve supplies..." the first mate reminded Charles at his side.
"I know, I know, let me think," Charles said, holding the spreadsheet while scratching his head as he walked toward the Captain's Room.
