Bab 80: Calutta or whatever

Clear sunny sky.

Gust floating by.

The sails whistling-

The crew just taking it easy.

What a day to be alive.

"Can you like get up and do something?" Asked the middle-aged woman. 

White ship. 

Sailors with uniforms walking by, chatting. 

  "Like what?" Answered the little boy.

Barely twelve, blonde hair, blue eyes, a faint smile under that cap he used to cover his mouth- laying flat on the ship's deck.

"Like wiping that drool off your face."

"Oh, sorry," He chuckled, sitting down. 

"Let him take it easy," A man walked forward. 

Fancy clothes, white face- almost colored- 

"But my lord… these waters… you know-" 

"I know," A shrug- "But that's why-"

He paused, eyes fixed in a certain direction.

They were in deep waters.

There weren't any ships or islands for hundreds of miles. 

And that should have been the case.

But-

A ship.

And that ship-