However, just when everyone didn't know what to do next, a glimmer of light emerged from the dark horizon far away—it was the searchlight of a steamboat, signaling an approaching ship.
"We're saved!! A ship's coming! Hey!! We're over here!!" The crew excitedly waved their clothes.
But as the light drew closer, Charles grew increasingly certain that the ship looked familiar.
"Wait, isn't that our ship? Where did it go just now?"
Charles immediately turned to look at the Pope and suspiciously said, "Before you set off, did you give them any other orders?"
Charles always harbored suspicions towards the Pope; it wouldn't be surprising if this abnormal situation with the ship had something to do with him.
"There is absolutely no possibility of that! Even if the Gods themselves appeared, they would not leave!" The Pope defended vehemently.
