WHOOSH.
A large plume of white vapor sprayed out from the surface of the sea.
Dean emerged from the water, gasping heavily for air.
His endurance was strong, and with his greatly increased flexibility, his swimming speed was also very fast. However, since he wasn't a true fish, such high-speed movement came at the cost of significant physical energy.
He rested for a moment.
Dean glanced at the GPS watch on his wrist, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
According to the display, he had only advanced about forty nautical miles. There were still over sixty nautical miles to the destination.
If he maintained his current pace, even with his remarkable endurance, it would still take at least an hour or two.
No one is likely paying attention to this area right now, and I need to conserve enough strength to carry out the beheading operation next!
