It was nighttime. The sun had gone into hiding, and the way was paved for the full moon to shine down its grace on the world.
The ship sailed peacefully at a painfully sluggish pace across the vast clear ocean. The boarders were in their rooms, resting their bodies of the fatigue accumulated while trying to board the ship.
The rays of the full moon were reflected on the water, peering through the inner part to display a scene of the aquatic mammals sailing along with the ship.
Sango is among one of the many passengers boarding the ship.
He was in his room fully awake, and unable to get some sleep. Not like it was mandatory for him to have shut eyes.
His status as a True God grants him immunity toward elements such as sleeping, eating or passing out waste.
But once in a while, he likes to give himself some shut-eye, doing it out of the passive once-upon-a-time intuition that he had when he was a human.