"Talk about a narrow escape," Kruxe thought as he ran, his legs on dry land once after quite some time of being at sea
Days of being at sea had started out fun but ended sort of like a horror, an E rank seeker somehow becoming his crew's enemy and quite possibly his own personal enemy.
Survival was all that was on Kruxe's mind and as he blitzed forward, he was ready to smash through anything or anyone that stood in his way.
As for the couple whom he had tactically forced into rowing him back to land, Kruxe could care less, he paid no mind to the curses which the woman rained on him as he left, and worst off he saw no reason to even bother educating them on how a boat could not take them across the sea to another piece of land not to talk of another continent.
