Chapter Eight

3. Apr.11th.1796 Mon. 6:45 pm Dover beach, Kent, England, Britain

“Argh… huh? where am I?”

When Forest opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the sandy soil, soon, raising his body carefully, he directly looked around the surroundings,

then soon, he found the White Cliffs of Dover right next to the beach,

“Oh dear, so now I’m on Dover beach, oh my God, now I’m in Kent,”

Then at that instant, he found a trace on the spot of the sand close to the water, it looked like it was made by the movement of a fish’s fin, and at the same time, he recalled the mysterious woman who saved him,

“Oh! right, so, where’re we? and where’s she?”

He directly looked around the surroundings again to find her, but no one was there,

then soon, surprisingly, he found that a fish fin in cool, fresh, baby blue stuck its tip out of the water of the English Channel, as soon as it flapped two times in the air above the water, it disappeared into the water,