The Target ?
On the vast expanse of the sea, multiple ships continued their operations, their presence easily visible from afar. Occasional glimpses of divers entering or emerging from the water added to the scene's liveliness.
Among these vessels were Myron and Gal, their faces marked with seriousness. Days had turned into weeks as they tirelessly combed the sea, searching for something elusive. Despite their efforts, the two boxes of cultural relics remained elusive. It seemed as if the news of the dinosaurs had disappeared without a trace.
Although they had discovered and salvaged numerous bodies in the past few days, there was no sign of the cultural relic boxes.
Myron's mind raced with thoughts, his desperation growing. He pondered that it would still be a glimmer of hope even if they found just one of the aluminium alloy boxes, even if it were damaged or mere wreckage.