Impulsiveness. It was an ever-so-rewarding bit of action for him. All that planning with Blackbeard, and it was impulsiveness that had seen the end to it. Impulsiveness ridded him of the perfect moment to strike, and instead he merely did it based on what he felt. Well, why should he deride it, when it had worked out in the end?
An hour into the march, Penelope made her appearance.
"Heavy!" She'd said, pushing Vol's chainmail off her, as she scrambled from under the canvas that had stored it. From the look on her face, it seemed as if she expected an excited reaction from Vol at her sudden appearance. Instead, he merely spared her a glance, and returned back to walking, enjoying his day.
"I've appeared!" She declared, more loudly this time. "Did you not wonder where I'd gotten to."
"For all of ten seconds, before I remembered that I did not care," Vol said back.
