The wind howled. Carrying a scent that changes the world every day. Ned stood lifted his head and sniffed the air.
Around him shuffled the Lobby's crew. Either they were cleaning the deck, and chanting pirate song. While the others slept preparing for an evening turn over. The Captain, if not drinking, was with Lady Sisi, doing a movement or stances Ned was curious about.
Even though Ned was accepted by the all-female crew, his movements were watched as to not go inside places he wasn't allowed to.
Places he wasn't allowed to enter were; the Captain's Cabin, the living quarters, and the tavern. With his limited movements, Ned had no other choice but to meditate and keep on absorbing a thin amount of Mana. It has been seven days since Sisi's arrival. In his mind, Ned already memorized their routine without relying on ICE. At dawn, Captain would man the wheel. Replacing Sisi. The rest would start to do their routine. Clean, prepare food, practice their blades.
