After arriving at the deck, they saw Mars shouting at Leon, demanding an explanation for their late arrival.
Mars was clearly furious and seemed ready to explode.
"The wind has not been kind to us." Leon explained, trying to diffuse Mars' anger, but nothing he said seemed to work.
"Hah, is that so?" Mars looked up at the pirate flag that flapped furiously against the wind. "It has been windy, all right! Something fishy is going on, and I want an explanation!"
"Captain." Apollo then stepped forth.
"What?!" Mars screamed at Apollo, his anger boiling over. "Don't you dare to make another excuse."
Apollo pointed towards the horizon and said, "We've arrived."
Mars frowned and turned around.
A fog-shrouded island appeared in the far distance. It looked mysterious and inviting, and once they got a little bit closer, they saw something very unusual.
