The next morning, Vladstin felt something wrap around him.
He ignored it, and went on to find the Gigesdi Chieftain Sangfroid.
He was brooding over the highest point of the mast, wind blowing on his hair. He seemed to be very lost in thought, and always, like how the Lost Ones will always be lost in Neverland and never quite belonging there even if they spend eternity in it.
No one truly belongs in Neverland.
Sangfroid said so himself. Even the 'natives' like him do not have a sense of belonging in its unchanging seas and islands.
"That is why I am quite grateful to you...." Sangfroid sipped his bottle of moonshine in the most dignified manner, making it seem like he was merely drinking water and could not possibly be any less sober since they started.
"You're getting too drunk, Great Purple Eye." Vladstin took the bottle from him. "You? Thankful to me? Everyone would say you are out of your mind if they heard that."
