"Ummm… sir?" A nervous brown-haired man called out.
"Speak your mind openly if your question or viewpoint is relevant." Kaze scoffed breathlessly, annoyed at the man's timidity, "While caution is always advisable, timidity has never provided value to this world."
"Okay…." The man swallowed, more nervous after the rebuke, "It's just… why are we just standing here? The boat is over there…."
"I'm also… confused about that." A brunette soldier with a full-sleeve tattoo said, "I'd feel a lot more comfortable on the boat."
They were all hovering 50 feet above slightly choppy waters in the middle of the ocean.
A few miles from them was a mid-sized commercial fishing boat used for catching cod and tuna. It was a white boat with an orange bottom, slightly rusted on the sides, floating aimlessly at sea.
The reason that they'd rather be on the boat—
"Hoh?" Kaze mused, turning to the woman and then the man, "You two would rather be on the boat than fly?"
