Derek rolled his fist at a slow pace as he held the opposite hand's palm under his elbow before switching arms and repeating as he stood with a front facing stance. He filled his mind with images of foggy smoke as Amell instructed. After an hour of dedication into the exercise as Alec and Amell ate their bowl of classic beans on their seaborne vessel, Alec felt relieved after he had noticed smoke thinly rising from his best friend's shoulders and thighs along with the youthful Wiley's comforting hopeful grin and determined eyes. Alec leaned forward with his hands clasped together resting his chin on them while his brows lifted before setting his gaze to the sea. The son of the Williams family sat near Derek, he sat on the ground next to his best friend with his right leg up and the other folded under it. He momentarily stared at the ship's floor before placing three fingers down and shutting his eyes. Derek's curiosity got the best of him and he decided to pause. The youthful Wiley saw Alec's lemon chiffon encase his body and his pleased mien. "My father had made a promise to himself to be a genuine challenge for the others. I love the idea of us rising above our families together, man." Derek spoke with a slight thrill to his tone. Alec slightly smirked and ignored him while continuing his lemon chiffon cultivation. Derek bit his bottom lip softly as nodded and returned to his own exercises. Derek and Alec found themselves astounded with a hint of finding themselves baffled by the beauty of the skyscraper towering trees that came into view as they were onboard the Wayfaring Wiley's Bermuda cutter sailing towards the bright green continent. Derek's jaw dropped as he blocked out the sun with his hand over his eyes. "I've read about this place in my school's library months ago but I can't believe how much injustice the book's sketches have done to this place." Derek commented as his eyes were firmly planted on the unique flora as they docked into a station filled with others. Immigrants, migrants, tourists and possibly citizens returning from elsewhere were settling. Amell presented a unique card after someone in ominous clothing inquired about it before they were granted entry into a city of technological advancement and luscious green trees and flora. Derek's eyes were fixed on the mysterious man that greeted the trio. "What is he?" The youthful Wiley asked his uncle. Amell fixed his sight where his nephew had his gaze aimed. "An elite force raised and trained since the nation's rebirth and their own to protect its borders and say of life. They often work on the front line of the nation's defensive force in conflict with the continent we'll stray from worrying about right now. Solar Angola's guardiões determinados. We follow the law, they let us be, don't pay them any mind, Gray." Amell whispered to his nephew. Alec yawned and stretched his arms. "What's our stop now, unc smoke?" Asked the Williams son. Derek couldn't move his eyes away from the peculiar soldier. Amell rested his chin and hand on his chest before yawning. "A new Angolan solartel, sailing across the ocean has me beat guys." He answered as he stretched his arms and began ambling in the direction of one from memory. The brotherly duo followed the uncle. Alec noticed that his best friend's mood was descending further into a dark pit from the expressions shown on his face and refused to let him sink. "I just realized that you've never been to my house or generally visited South Carolina, have you, Gray?" He asked Derek after a moment of pondering something he's sure to be distracting for him. The youthful Wiley goggled at his best friend in astonishment when he brought the fact to him. "I've never been. Our first shared quinquennial celebration was held at Grandpa's library, wasn't it?!" He replied as he turned his gaze forward. Alec shook his head as he closed his eyes. "I figure gramps'll be excited for you to visit the Williams household next summer, Gray!" Said the hero in olive green as he put his index finger up. Derek goggled once more in amazement as a thought had arrived. "Those stories about that golden thing you mention a lot, you're probably right, now I want to see it!" He shouted with anticipation in his tone. Alec glanced up towards the skies. "He's explained how he does it in our cultivation sessions about a dozen times but I've been incapable of infusing my lemon chiffon energy with another creature—err— Raconteur, since the time that I was able to accidentally during the first quinquennial. I wonder to myself what I've been missing, Gray, if I'm actually capable of adapting my energy to any of the kinds of cultivations?" The second Williams son confessed hoping he had succeeded in taking Derek's mind away from the thoughts he was having prior. Derek rested his hand on Alec's shoulder as Alec glanced away from the sky to his friend. "We're both only fifteen in the present, far from any succession, and like— I was taught by a very driven martial artist with stories of the most impressive feats taught to me that mindset is important. We need to figure out and cling to a matching attitude before we decide on putting in the effort." The heroic youthful Wiley added as he looked up towards the sunlight.