"What the fuck?," Zhen Feng asked himself as he came across a group of unattended fishing poles, all of which were locked in place on the ship's railing. Near the poles were five small toy-like figures, the kind that his cousin Zhen Liu were making before they left on this journey to Roaring Tide. Granted, these looked significantly more detailed than the ones he left at home.
'Why are these here?,' he thought to himself as he looked up and down the ship corridor he was currently traversing, 'maybe the elders are fishing again? Did Zhen Liu forget about his carvings?"
Out of boredom, the Sixth young master of the Zhen Clan had taken to walking rounds around the ship so that he could take in the sight of the sea while maintaining some form of exercise.
Nobody in the ship could exercise the more devastating parts of their formulas, so routine exercise like this, as well as fishing, became popular alternatives.
