An overnight downpour washed away all impurities, refreshing the entire island.
Aubree Groove stood on the dock, watching the ships depart. The wind blew her gown, she stood in the sea breeze, her silhouette ethereal yet lonely.
Leandro Alvarez left with forty-eight crew members, including the twenty guards he brought along. Aubree asked him to take them all back.
The purpose of this trip has been fulfilled, and there's no longer any need for those people to stay.
The Chinese medicines, food, and water they brought over, other than what they consumed on their journey, all were left behind.
"You can still make it back now if you leave," Nicholas Drake came over, standing beside her, shoulder to shoulder.
Two seagulls hovered where the sea met the sky, a beautifully picturesque painting.
"The people here need me more." Aubree stood for a while, then turned to leave.
