Jamal was awake, after a day at sea and he still was not sleeping. Next to him, he could see Hops sleeping in his bed still, even though it was midday and nothing noteworthy was happening. He already ate breakfast and was still hungry, but he just had to wait quietly. Babe, I hope you're doing fine, Jamal began to daydream, until he heard a loud cough. Losing focus, he stared back at a fake coughing Hops.
"You can stop thinking about her, you know." Hops leaped out the bed, barefoot despite standing on the questionably clean floor. "Now, where's the food? Man hasn't eaten in a while."
"To your right once you exit the room. It's not even a large boat." Jamal stated as Hops waved him off.
"Better be good too." Hops snickered, as he closed the door behind him, not even bothering to change out his shorts.
Sighing in disappointment, he stared out the window, where he could barely make out the tip of a mountain in Suruthum, and home. Away from the chaos and the peace, and towards Leon, and his wrath. But who really knew, as it's been years since he last saw him. For all he knew, he could be dead, or alive and stronger than ever. But if that was the case, he'll give him that challenge like all those years ago.