The time was Tuesday, July 8, 2008, at 2:21 PM.

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Pacific Ocean.

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A medium-sized yacht sailed across the vast sea, with unidentified white birds soaring nearby. Yet none of the people aboard felt inclined to identify the species of seabird.

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On deck, two men scrutinized the instruments before them. Both appeared young, likely no older than twenty-three or twenty-four.

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The one on the right looked mixed-race, his hair cropped extremely short-a few more snips and only scalp would remain. With thick brows, large eyes that darted about, and bronze skin, he exuded the image of a healthy, handsome guy.

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The one on the left was of average build, wearing a floral shirt, swim trunks, and flip-flops. His short, curly hair was a distinctive Greek brown. A laptop sat on a small table beside him. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he entered data, occasionally glancing up at the instrument's screen before quickly jotting down readings.

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Both men worked with intense focus, as if the screen held some hidden treasure.

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The instrument's display showed images from the ocean floor. Via radio, they communicated with Morgan, the diver currently exploring the depths, recording his observations and experiences.

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Daoist Priest Of Mount Mao

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