The third point of view
"I've discovered a secret route we can pass through and transport our goods without the minor disturbances across the Caribbean," Emerald handed a map to Sakuzi who sat on his desk, cupping his chin with a lackadaisical look on his face
"Sakuzi?" Emerald called, yet there was no answer.
"Sakuzi?" He repeated.
"I heard you the first time, I'm not deaf, Emerald" Valentino yawned loudly.
He gave the map a lazy glimpse, resuming his bored stance which caused a frown to plaster on Emerald's face.
Sakuzi had been breathing down their neck about them tracing that route and now they successfully did it, he didn't even give it as much as a stare- which was totally unlike him.
"What is the matter, Sakuzi?" Emerald inquired, having a feeling something must be weighing him down.
"When is my baby girl going to wake up?" He sighed like a devastated widower mourning for the loss of his wife.
