I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 240: Weird discovery

Although he wasn't nearly scared, a question still itched in his noggin and could only be cured if he asked about it right now! Because of course, curiosity can be stronger than fear.

"Am I really ready to hunt a shark? Aren't they too big for a task that only gives three-points?" The sea-pancake thought out that question, allowing for the system to hear.

It might be one of the most insightful questions he had asked so far, fairly uncommon for this little menace. The system had expected such a question, since she had heard it thousands of times from past guests.

But it still felt a tad shocking to see Timothy specifically, asking such a question so she had motivation to treat the situation softly.

[You are definitely ready to hunt a shark]

[Because apart from the fact that you are a tremendously gifted hunter, this species isn't difficult to kill]

[It barely grows a foot long, and it only gives three-system-points as a reward, such hunts are usually pretty easy]

"That makes sense." The hero followed along as he began zoning out in those same moments.

Because sleep was creeping in, regardless of the fact that they had only been awake for a few hours. This day was too tiring already, and made the young man miss certain things from the human life, such as coffee.

Regardless of those thoughts, he still dwelled towards slumber and didn't want to worry about finding that weird small shark. Although he was stupid, Timmy could still fling aside every negative thought when sleep was his aim.

...

A handful of hours after, the group had woken up and thankfully there wasn't any shark poking its nose through the entrance, trying to molest them with a kiss.

Such a result felt like a blessing, as it was one thing they did not have to worry about. And now as the group was pushing away the drowsiness, the main mission began weighing pressure in their little heads.

Sure the objective to find and kill a massive shark, doesn't seem complicated in hindsight, but complexion could be its last name when the recent events were to be considered.

Killing a massive great-white sounds and is difficult, but finding the specific culprit to the crime was proving insanely confusing. It was like finding a drop of water in the ocean, in this situation it can be considered as mildly literal.

They have failed multiple times this day, their ideas had met results that seemed like dead ends to a certain extent. So those circumstances are beginning to cause quite a bit of stress; if they had hair, until now they could have pulled many of them.

But regardless, they did not want to give up although practically the entire group did not care about the actual crime.

All of them had specific reasons for being here, but half of their consciousness was settled with helping Timothy.

Simply because he didn't think twice before when it came to helping the reef or random fish, they felt that helping this stingray was always the right thing to do.

Thinking about it now, it helped the group push a bit of the stress away. And so the team began leaving the little hole they had used for slumber, and continued following the borderline towards the west.

A kilometer's worth of travel managed to make the group think that all hopes were being lost. They kept seeing sharks but none of them were the ones that they seeked.

It felt like the whole mission was going down the drain, but then something unique had managed to capture their attention! It was not necessarily related to the main motive, but it sure managed to pique curiosity.

From a far distance it seemed more like a dot, a weird pile of sand so to speak. But its complexion became more apparent, the more this fine group travelled towards it.

And once they had gotten close enough, it was noticeable that this thing was a sunken ship! A lot of woodwork covered it, so this could likely be a ship that had somehow malfunctioned over a couple hundred years ago.

Once they got uncomfortably close to this contraption, it was easy to see that the main damage was dealt against the ship's middle area. The whole thing was nearly split in half.

So either tremendously strong weaponry had been used to render this vessel immobile, or another ship had purposely crashed against it.

Seeing that the structure was near the borderline, it gave a hint that the second theory was plausible.

Regardless, such a sight was beautiful to say at least. And the thickly saturated blue-waters around here, made the scene appear a bit more beautiful.

Sunlight had it difficult to reach all the way down here, over a hundred meters underwater. But the few beams that did manage to reach the spot, managed to give this contraption a complexing beauty.

Dim but yet wide beams of light, shone through the ship's rotten wood that was riddled with holes, thanks to the salt-coated aging process ~ this managed to give another shade of beauty.

It was all nice and dandy, but once the group got too close, they noticed a bizarre characteristic.

Timothy expected that a treasure chest would be found! But then he remembered that gold wasn't used as a currency on the marine life, so that idea was swiftly erased with irritance as a tag-along.

The odd thing about this ship, was that a coat of silver lining that was laid across the flooring of this structure. It stuck out like a sore thumb, eye-catching to say at least.

Any idiot could figure out that a spotless lining of silver, should not be attached to a sunken ship but yet it was still there; and seemingly held the vessel together as well, keeping it from falling towards the void-like deeper portions of the ocean.

It was noticeable that although the coating of silver spread across the ship's bottom section a bit widely, this material was also rather thin as well.

Interesting in many aspects to say at least. But now a prime question began itching everyone's heads, and Timothy was the only one who lacked patience enough to speak for everyone else.

Although it felt a tad difficult to form a question, he still tried. "Can fishes poop silver?"