The White Pearl lingered quietly at the edge of the Pink Mist, far enough to avoid drawing attention, but close enough to keep watch. Its Stealth Array was fully activated—not to make the ship invisible, but to mask it from radars, magical sensors, and even Divine Sense. In a sea crawling with threats, sometimes silence and stillness were more powerful than brute force.
Inside the CIC room, Lily sat in the captain's chair, eyes locked on the translucent projection panels floating before her. She looked calm on the outside, but her mind was a storm of calculations.
Mathilda, leaning against the console with arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "So... are we going in again?"
Lily didn't answer right away. Her finger tapped rhythmically against the armrest. Eventually, she shook her head. "No. Tyler said he could handle it. If things get too tricky, he assured me he could escape without issue."
