Aoba leaned against Heibon's rails, relishing in the feel of the fresh sea breeze flowing through his hair. If the weather stays pleasant, they would make landfall in just a few hours.
And there's Clear. Kicking off from the rails, Aoba turned up towards the crow's nest for his navigator, who was waving down to him. "What's up, Clear?"
"We'll be seeing the island soon! We can probably dock by lunchtime."
"Perfect!" Not like Clear was a bad cook, but something different would be great. A new island meant more than a change of diet - it meant new chances.