When Edmund stirred awake, he found himself wanting to look for some fresh air. He had a good dream, a VERY good dream in fact, that a tree had grown in his pants just from reminiscing about such a dream.
It was plenty vague, yet also quite vivid. Two women, one bed. He wasn't sure who these women were. Perhaps it was Joan, or perhaps it was one of those sirens he spotted back in his trip to China.
Nobody believed him, but Edmund knew what he saw. The golden tail was clear as day. It was a pity that he will never see such a thing ever again in his life, as they have set sail to the Arctic now, and would probably stay for a while.
After calming himself down, he went out to the deck to get some fresh air. It wasn't that cold yet, just relaxing cool weather.
To no surprise, he found his first mate there. Scribbling on his notes alone, compass in hand.
