Whale hunting didn't require much preparation. The Dream of Salmon had been getting ready for this day for the past month. Everything was in place; all they lacked was the right opportunity.
Now, the opportunity had come.
The Dream of Salmon sailed ahead, with the Dayun following one nautical mile behind.
Shi Ming stood before the rust-stained, deadly Black Steel Flying Spears, gazing at the setting sun in the distance.
The two ships sailed one after the other toward the marked location of the White Dragon Whale. A month ago, when Chris discovered the creature, he had attached a stealth sonar marker of his own design to its massive body. As long as they were within 30 nautical miles, they could pinpoint its location.
For the past month, the Dream of Salmon had been tracking it constantly, never letting it out of their sight for a moment.
Now was the time to hunt.
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