Chapter 245: The Magic Caster

"You know, Balu, we can only tell the direction by guessing, at least for now," Argyle said, while packing up the scroll. "There's no need for you to climb up here. Besides, it's useless to ask an idiot anyway."

"Hehe, I can help you to catch some fish, as well as help with all the heavy labor on the boat. I can even help you to clear away all of your doubts and any obstacles, once we land on Rork Island."

Balu, fully aware of his shortcomings, replied with an extremely innocent smile. Then, rubbing his bald head, just as he was getting ready to jump into the sea to catch some fish, he suddenly pointed and yelled at the sky, "Argyle, look at the sky! It's a bridled tern!"