Making another pit stop through Green Hills, you have slowly gotten used to the sights, despite how stunning they truly are. You passed four hedgehogs, one from a time that had been forgotten or hadn't yet happened—the details weren't given—and eventually reached the anticipated shoreline.

Your main goal wasn't located in a different zone, as it had in the past; it was actually located in the sea, something you were both glad about and annoyed by. You were searching for an ancient piece of treasure lost to the sea, specifically, the depths below Angel Island, which hadn't been explored in decades.

Reaching for a canoe on the shore, you prepared to head toward the treasure's supposed location. Before you reached it, you heard someone approach from behind on what appeared to be an Extreme Gear, equipment you had only heard of.

Turning around, the individual jumped off their board, holding it as they observed you with an unimpressed expression. This was Wave the Swallow, a member of the Babylon Rogues. She looked at the canoe, then at you, and spoke.

"Really? That's what you're using? Amateur..."

The words were said in a condescending and almost insulting manner, as if the fact that you were even considering using a boat to travel across the water was absurd, especially considering what she had arrived on. This led to your next response, which was entirely up to you.