The blue sky and the clear seawater had joined together in the distance, making it difficult to tell where the horizon was.
A flying boat swept past the sky, adding another trail of adorable ripples above the water.
On the boat, Angor was currently glaring at a fat owl that had been standing on the prow of the boat while guiding their direction.
The owl pointed a wing somewhere while yelling at Angor, "That way, you moron! Look at me! Are you blind?!"
Angor looked away and changed their course while considering whether he should learn how to roast the bird for dinner.
"You can't even read maps! Thank goodness the master sent ME to watch over you, or you'll never get to Lloyds by yourself!" the owl claimed proudly, thinking that it was tasked with an important job.
Angor didn't protest—he was bad at navigating on the sea, that much was true.
But he still didn't like Brulee's attitude.
