Serenica managed to prepare some spells with the captain. Soon he had to leave, as he said he thought he should find a ship immediately in order to estimate the right course.
Serenica tucked the piece of obsidian tightly under her pillow and went to sleep.
The next day was almost painfully uneventful. Despite the mutinous attempts, some of the men were grieving Seppei and John. This was only natural, as they had had a long history together.
A groggy Spade appeared on the deck, flask in hand.
"I found something promising. I fear it will be a tough one, though," he said, unscrewing the cork and taking a big swig.
"Put that away, you're not the only one seeing death goddesses around here," the Admiral said. "Are there any weak vessels around here? I think not. We need to snatch it before someone else does."
The captain offered his flask to Serenica, but the first mate caught his hand.
"We're not going to mourn Seppei and John this way."
