The northwest corner of Whale Song Island.
This was a rocky beach where black rocks thrust into the sky like sharp swords. Raylo stopped in front of a giant moss-covered boulder. With a wave of his hand, the massive stone rolled away, revealing a pitch-black cave entrance. A damp breeze blew against his face as he stepped inside.
The cave was not narrow; rather, it was quite spacious. A type of moss glowing with a ghostly blue light grew along the walls, illuminating the space like a dreamlike starry sky. After walking for about a hundred meters, the SPLASHING of water echoed from ahead. A wide subterranean river lay before him, its waters as black as ink and bottomlessly deep. A small boat was tied to a rock on the bank.
"It seems this is the 'transportation' Barbossa left behind," Raylo remarked.
He didn't hesitate, jumping straight into the small boat. He untied the mooring rope and drifted along the current into the depths of the darkness.
