|“You four have merely scratched the surface of your full potential.”|
|“We have spent months searching for this fabled Island of Darkness, but all my eyes have seen is ocean. I fear my crew has given up, but I hold out hope that it exists.”|
|— Soto narrating one of his logs in his journal|
Soto's journal is a journal in which Soto wrote while he lived.
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