Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

"I don't see anything dizzy."

"I didn't think the tide was so fast and complicated. This must be pretty flush."

"Oh, I'm in trouble. Where do I look?

Early on the first day of Aristotle's investigation, a naval battle between the Royal Army and pirates was opened to investigate the seabed around the "Seagull's Nest". However, the current was faster and more complex than expected, making navigation a little more difficult. Just the ship?

The nest is an archipelago made up of islands as large as ten (and so large). Each island is not that big, and even the bigger ones are only about ten kilometers around. Few plants have grown, and these lonely islands have just been washed by waves with their bumpy white rock skin. It will be difficult to survive adrift here. No water, no food. In fact, I can't feel any sign of being human. Just signs of birds, fish, and sea creatures. There's no sign of pirates, so the intel says there's a base here. I knew it was Gaceneta.

It seems that this archipelago is in a large current passage that flows through the Lute Sea, surrounded by fairly fast tidal flows. Its currents are blocked by islands to alter the flow, and irregular twists create huge vortexes and current branches. It's like a junction on the highway as the big currents swirl around and turn into new currents.

I'm searching the seabed with my usual planar magic submarine. That works great in the ocean, my Midnight Saab O-Lin. Sometimes I don't lose my mind.

The tide is only fast and there are not many seaweeds growing on the seabed either. There is also little sand, and the bumpy, gobbly rocks cut into pieces. As it is sandwiched in the rock, the wreckage of the ship and pieces of wood and metal are rolled. But all you can find is anchor and crossbow gun parts, and I don't see anything that would lead to Mr. Aristotle. Well, personal baggage is only the weight that can be carried by one person, so maybe Cristella's right, it's been flushed by the tide.

"Well, I'll explore the tide flow for a bit. There will be debris gathered where the flow is weak."

"Whoa, is that boy magic? I don't know what you're gonna do, but you can do anything."

"No, you can't do anything. Just do what you can."

I'll try to return it to Samantha's statement, like the chairman of a certain story's committee. Unfortunately, we don't have a craving white cat, but if he's an appetizing black cat, he's in our house, too. However, unfortunately (?) I haven't brought him in today. Anya has Gizan to stay and take care of the children. So is Daisy. The point is, you left a message. That's what I decided with a strict scratch.

In the end, we remain on hold about the treatment of the children. I'd like to draw on his intentions as much as I can, but it's convenient for us, too. I'm sorry, but now I've got my job prioritized. I know it's worldly to send that forward, but I can't help it because I'm good at Japanese. Tomorrow.

Release about 10,000 particles set to be physically affected towards the surrounding ocean. The particle rides the currents, or gets started and diffuses. Follow this with sign detection, so we can find where the flow is weak and where it is staring. It is likely that the wreckage of the ship is gathered there.

Overall, the ocean currents seem to converge into two streams, one to the northwest and the other to the northeast, while being divided into islands and complicated to change course. Along the way, there are places where the flow is weakening in several places. There should probably be ship wreckage around there.

"Oh, that sounds like a hit. The ship is flipping."

"Oh, you're full of fish. If Anya sees it, she'll be happy."

Heading to the first starch, we found a sinking ship quickly. The overthrown ship is heavily cracked near the center, with some of the dragonbones barely connected.

The perimeter of the ship is due to a weaker flow or a relatively small collection of fish. It seems convenient to hide yourself, and it seems to be a good fishing reef. Sure, it's going to pop up if Anya's around. Do you want to take some home for a souvenir?

Park the submarine at sea just above the sinking ship and let the camera dive through the crack of the hull. I went out to sea to avoid suffocation.

Start exploring in the aft direction. The sailor's cabin is mostly in the rear of the ship. It shows what's going on inside on a monitor plane about a hundred inches and sits on a benched plane for everyone to see. The ambient plane is made opaque for easy viewing and the light is dropped. It's like a movie theater or a home theater. You want a big zero calorie coke and a caramel popcorn.

"... it's dark."

"Right. I can light it up."

Ships in this world have little or no windows to keep them airtight. Even though it is usually dim on board, it is all the more so if you are sinking to the bottom of the sea. It's dark and almost invisible. When a point light source is made a little behind the camera to illuminate the perimeter, the sandy onboard is reflected on the screen. Sand particles look very fine. When the humans go in, this sand is going to rise and block their sight. But there are no cameras, no point light sources, so the sand doesn't even move pickly. Exploration is likely to proceed without problems.

With the ship flanked, all the footage shown is sidelined. The wall is the floor and the ceiling is the wall. Looks a little drunk.

As we proceeded further and further through the camera, we reached a room that looked like the Captain's Office. The door is closed. When you send a sharp-angled plane to slash the hinge stopping the door near the ceiling (originally the wall), the wooden door slowly falls into the back. It's a secret that I was remembering the nature of the camera and the light source as I watched the sand and dust raised by the fallen door. 'No, you could have slipped through the door if it was about that,' he said. I usually forgot because I only have enough to fly.

When the mow and the sand and dust that can stand in it settle, what's going on in the cabin becomes apparent. With the flag of the kingdom adorned on the back wall, it looks like it's definitely in the captain's office after all.

"Hih, hi no!?"

"... I think I know why it's all skeletons aboard ghost ships."

"That's an odd encounter, Kikka. I've been thinking the same thing."

Inside, perhaps not the captain and commander, the two bodies wrapped around splendid costumes rolled together. I guess the ship sank without time to escape.

And the body had no meat. Just bones and clothes. Why? That's...

"You're a huge number of shrimps and crabs. Where did you get in from?

"The ceiling... there's a small window on the wall, so I guess there. You won't be able to put in a big fish, but it's the size of a small shrimp or crab you can put in."

You must have been surprised by the lights and the door, shrimps and crabs swarming the bodies fleeing to the shadows as they scattered spider children. If you see tons of shrimp and crabs coming out of the mouth and eyeballs of a skeleton, it's not weird to be traumatized if you're a weak-minded person. I'm also convinced that Samantha screamed in a convulsive way. SAN value dada down.

The body had been deliciously served by shrimps and crabs. I'm not good at hunting live prey, it's a dead meat-eating creature. These guys will eat you and only bone you, so you only have skeletons on your ghost ship. I've always wondered why you're a skeleton, not a zombie, and this is why you did it. Even in the original world, there were only bones left on the sinking ship, so I guess it became skeleton to be aboard a ghost ship. Another wonder of the world has been elucidated.

"What do you say, Cristera?

"... no. Both have black hair. My brother... Aristotle had blonde hair."

Is Mr. Aristotle the same blonde as Christella? Is it my fault that Cristella's voice seems to contain some relief? No, he must have just been my only belly brother. Maybe we were pretty close. I guess I don't want to reunite with the body if I can.

But it was over four months ago that the naval battle took place. If you're alive, it's not strange to hear from you of any kind. The fact that it doesn't exist is probably... It may be harsh on Cristella, but I need you to be ready here.

Thank you both. Cristella turned me into a mind-boggling practice platform. I'll take something back to the survivors that I think I know who you are. Nannon. Nannon.

Then the one at the bow also explored and discovered several bodies (some of them only), none of which were Mr. Aristotle. The sun has also been leaning, so that's where the day's exploration ended.

Before I left, I landed on the island of the nest of the sea turtles and chased the seagull-like birds around with Woo. I just chased him around, I didn't catch him. I just had Woo hang out with her stressful. I've been bored in submarines all my life. You could have tried it as a bird. It would have been annoying, but I sprinkled the little fish I caught at sea for you, so I want you to give me a break.

Return to Gizan's Inn and exchange the day's report with the Anyas. The Inn seemed more peaceful itself. Neither did we.

The dinner served at the inn that day was a bouillabaisse with salted fish we had caught and plenty of shrimp and crabs (...). Sounds like a big fish these days for some reason...... I wonder why?

Samantha was desperately sorting. With tears. Oh, boy.