[There's a low rumble - almost like a growl of frustration. Nautilus hauls the anchor up, bracing it on his shoulder once more with a clank, and lets out a heavy sigh. It's both angered and weary, indicative of yet another fruitless discovery.]

Very well... Then I carry on, forever forward.

[He shows no intentions toward thanking Zelda, and turns to lumber back the way he came.]