Despite his apparently bloody history, Kruxe had been quick to dismiss Jumo from his mind, after all, how could he respect a man whose ship he had robbed of delicacies, instead, Kruxe was rather interested in the wave that had gotten everyone tutting their horns.
Kruxe sat waiting for the people to calm down, and when a semblance of peace returned to the main deck and a fair man with a long moustache and a hat sat beside him, he asked his question.
"Excuse me, sir."
"Yeah, young man, hello," the moustache guy said with an amicable smile, one which Kruxe reciprocated.
"Sorry, sir, but the wave, do you have any idea what they are talking about.?"
"oh that" the moustache guy said with understanding and then excitement took over his expression and he began speaking.
