The flying aircraft continued its journey for several months above the vast Eastern Sea area, beneath it was an endless expanse of blue, seemingly without end.
Early this morning, before the sun had fully risen, Lynch's cabin door was knocked with a light yet urgent rhythm. From outside came Kong's voice: "Lynch, come out quickly! We're about to dive, and the scene outside is not to be missed!"
"Dive?" Lynch, just finishing his meditation, opened the door with obvious confusion on his face. Isn't the flying aircraft supposed to navigate in the sky?
"You'll see once you step out, hurry!" Kong seemed quite excited, and pulled him by the sleeve, heading towards the deck without further ado.
