Seeing that Bandages had understood him, Charles lay on the ground and continued gasping for air. An excruciating discomfort pressed down heavily on his chest, and with each breath he took, he spat out blood mixed with pink bubbles.0

"Mr. Charles, what happened? Are you alright?" Lily was the first to rush over. Her furry face was tainted with worry, and her voice was laced with concern.0

"Everyone, back off. Give him space! He surfaced too quickly again and got decompression sickness. Can't you stop halfway for just a few seconds? Is suffering once not enough that you want to experience the same thing again?" Laesto grumbled as he took a swig from his tin flask before barking orders to the onlooking sailors. "You, you, and you. Carry him to the medical room."0

The sailors lifted Charles and slowly...0