The wind's breeze was just right. Mortale steered the wheel steadily, finding a quick island stop to do some of their shopping before they went to the final island of the floral sea.
An island where a war was bound to happen. He looked down on his missing arm, the feeling of it still being there extremely strong, even after three years.
His eyes wondered to his new sword, studying the black blade. He was stronger, faster and better. Something he took pride in. Mortale's eyes then locked with the stary night sky. The white, blues and dark purple colours meshing together really well. He eyed the sales, the insignia so beautifully designed, it was unreal.
Elvia who was the upper half of the deck, where the outdoor garden and bar was, sat on the bench reading a book. The bright light from the moon made it easy for her to read the pages, giggling when the romantic parts of the book were cheesy and cute.
