Eisen stepped out onto the upper deck of the ship. It was being steered without issues by the automated crew that he had made, so he could just relax here for a while and look out at the ocean. The salty air was a wonderful thing to him. It made him feel comfortable and nostalgic. Though of course, not nostalgic in the same way that he did when he recovered some of the former Eisen's memories; just regular, simple nostalgia that anyone could feel.