"Witness the Chief Divine! How come the position where the 'large bowl' submerges this time is a bit off? It's strange; the position is different every time... Move the ship a bit to the left!"
"Huh? Respected Red-haired Captain Chabo, the ship cannot move now. If it moves, the line traction will cause the diving bell's horizontal line to tilt and shift, making it easy to topple and leak air... We can only change position after retrieving the bell and before the next dive."
"Horizontal line? Leaking air?... Uh..."
The midday sun directly illuminates the sea surface, emitting a dazzling white. Colorful coral reefs lie at the seabed, and even from a distance of twenty or thirty meters, their splendor seems within reach. Amidst the coral reefs is a big iron-encased wooden bell, and nearby, yet seemingly apart, is a long-barreled cannon.
