Outside, the sky is a deep shade of indigo, the stars beginning to twinkle like distant fireflies against the dark canvas. The night air is cool and crisp, carrying the salty tang of the sea. The dock is a hive of activity, the sound of sailors and dockworkers mingling with the creaking of wooden ships and the distant rumble of the waves. You and Fugaku move with purpose, your footsteps echoing on the weathered planks of the dock.
Mikoto is already there, her figure silhouetted against the moonlit water.
She stands at the edge of the dock, her back to the sea and her eyes scanning the horizon. Her silhouette is a striking one, her figure exuding a quiet confidence that commands respect. Her hair, a deep, dark brown, cascades down her back like a waterfall of night, the moonlight catching the strands and making them shimmer like strands of silver. Her features are sharp and chiseled, her eyes reflecting the moon's glow with a predatory intensity.
She is dressed in dark, practical clothing, a cloak wrapped around her shoulders that flutters in the breeze like a shadow. A leather belt cinches at her waist, the sheathed blade at her side glinting faintly under the moonlight. The rugged terrain of her boots tells of countless journeys and the resilience of her spirit.
Her gaze sharpens as she senses your approach, turning to face you with a mixture of expectation and curiosity
Mikoto's eyes flicker with intrigue and apprehension, her voice a low, almost hypnotic whisper that cuts through the night's stillness. "So, the plan is set," she echoes, her words laced with both curiosity and expectation. Her gaze sharpens as she steps forward, her cloak fluttering in the night breeze, like a ghostly figure materializing out of the shadows.
You nod, acknowledging her presence, and step closer.The moonlight casts an eerie glow on Mikoto's face, highlighting the sharp lines of her features. Her eyes, a piercing green, seem to see right through you, searching for any sign of wavering resolve. "Tonight, we set sail for Cocoyasi Village," you state, your voice steady and unwavering. "We'll face Captain Reda and retrieve the map."
Mikoto's lips curl into a predatory smile, revealing a glint of steel in her eyes.
Mikoto's smile is a mixture of excitement and cold determination, her eyes never leaving yours. "Cocoyasi Village," she murmurs, almost as if tasting the name on her tongue. "I haven't been there in years. The waters around that place are treacherous, even for those with the best of intentions." She pauses, glancing at Fugaku who stands silently, observing the exchange with a critical eye. "But we've got a good team."Fugaku blushes at Mikoto's words, for the first time you observe th ever serious man in this state.
Mikoto's smile widens slightly, and she places a hand on your arm, her grip firm and reassuring. "We need to be cautious," she continues, her voice low and urgent. "The waters around Cocoyasi are known to be rough, and we'll face not just Reda but the remnants of Arlong's crew who still terrorize the place."
The dock's activity seems to fade into the background, replaced by the looming responsibility of the task ahead.