Are these things here to save that kid? Charles frowned slightly, peering at the enemy through the forward viewport.
All around the Narwhal, over a dozen special metallic constructs that resembled fighter jets were circling continuously. The spiral fighters' wings had been replaced with those of wild geese. With every flap, they propelled the oval-shaped fuselages forward at high speed.
Facing these strange underwater aircraft of unknown intent, the first mate proposed a solution. "Captain… should we fire… a warning torpedo…?"
Recalling the boy from moments ago, Charles slowly shook his head. "Wait. I'll take the kid, Bogro, and go out to negotiate."
"There's no need for conflict. If we can use this opportunity to establish communication with the island's natives, that would be for the best. What can be solved with words shouldn't be solved with bullets."
