Clear sunny sky.
Gust floating by.
The sails whistling-
The crew just taking it easy.
What a day to be alive.
"Can you like get up and do something?" Asked the middle-aged woman.
White ship.
Sailors with uniforms walking by, chatting.
"Like what?" Answered the little boy.
Barely twelve, blonde hair, blue eyes, a faint smile under that cap he used to cover his mouth- laying flat on the ship's deck.
"Like wiping that drool off your face."
"Oh, sorry," He chuckled, sitting down.
"Let him take it easy," A man walked forward.
Fancy clothes, white face- almost colored-
"But my lord… these waters… you know-"
"I know," A shrug- "But that's why-"
He paused, eyes fixed in a certain direction.
They were in deep waters.
There weren't any ships or islands for hundreds of miles.
And that should have been the case.
But-
A ship.
And that ship-
