Bab 79: Setting sail!
As Yuma approached the harbor, the silhouette of their ship came into view, bobbing gently against the docks. The sun had set completely now, casting the town in a soft, muted glow under the faint light of the moon. His footsteps echoed on the wooden planks as he neared the ship, his mind still replaying the events with the engineers. The eerie satisfaction he felt in controlling them hadn't faded, and it gnawed at him, though he tried to push it aside.
At the gangplank, Cani was waiting, leaning casually against the railing. Her calm gaze followed Yuma as he boarded, sensing the weight of something unspoken.
"Everything go smoothly?" Cani asked, her voice even, but there was an edge of curiosity behind it. Yuma paused, glancing back at the dimly lit town, then nodded.
"They'll build it… The World Train," Yuma replied, the faintest hint of pride seeping into his tone. He walked past Cani, making his way to the deck where the rest of the crew gathered. Cani followed, his expression thoughtful but silent.
Ika was already there, sitting cross-legged near the ship's helm, twirling a small tool in his hand. He perked up when he saw Yuma.
"Yuma! Are we leaving soon?" he asked with his usual youthful enthusiasm, though there was a weariness in his eyes after the recent events. His decision to come along had surprised everyone, but he had insisted, determined to stand beside his comrades.
Moon, standing near the edge of the deck, turned to face Yuma as well. His keen eyes scanned him, almost as if searching for something in his demeanor. He had always been perceptive, and Yuma could feel his unspoken questions hanging in the air.
Boombox, leaning against the mast with his arms crossed, offered a lazy wave.
"Are we ready to get out of here? This place was never my style." Yuma nodded, stepping toward the center of the deck where the group had gathered.
"We're leaving… We've got what we needed," he said, his voice steady but distant. The crew could sense something had shifted in him, though none of them voiced it. Moon, still leaning against the railing, finally spoke again.
"And what about the train? Can they really build something like that?" His question wasn't just about the feasibility—it was a subtle probe, testing Yuma's state of mind after the encounter in the town.
Yuma turned to face him, his eyes briefly meeting Moon's.
"They'll figure it out," he said, his voice firm, almost dismissive.
"They don't have a choice." A silence followed his words, heavy and telling. Cani's eyes narrowed slightly, catching the undercurrent in his tone. She didn't say anything, but her gaze remained fixed on him, her concern palpable. After a long pause, Yuma exhaled, breaking the tension.
"We've come this far, and we've faced worse. This is just another step," he said, his voice growing more resolute.
"We set sail tonight. The next phase begins now." Ika leapt to his feet, a flicker of excitement returning to his face. Yuma smiled.
"Then let's go… The sooner we leave, the sooner we get to the next island." Boombox grinned.
"You heard the captain. Let's get moving." Moon remained quiet, his eyes never leaving Yuma as the crew began to prepare the ship for departure. There was an understanding between them, something unspoken but profound. Moon could see the changes in Yuma, the gradual shift in his demeanor, and though he trusted him, a part of him couldn't help but worry. He knew that Yuma was carrying more than just the weight of their mission—he was carrying his own internal battle, one that could tip either way.
As the sails unfurled and the ship began to drift from the harbor, Yuma stood at the helm, his hands gripping the wheel. The salty air rushed past them, and the distant lights of the town began to fade into the horizon. The crew fell into their usual rhythm, each member tending to their duties, though the unease that hung over them was impossible to ignore.
Yuma stared out at the vast ocean ahead, his mind both focused and clouded. The path forward was clear, but the cost of that path was becoming more uncertain with each passing day. He felt Moon's eyes on him from across the deck, a silent reminder of the conversation they'd had earlier. 'Everything changes from here,' Yuma thought, his grip tightening on the wheel. The winds picked up, carrying them toward their next destination. Toward the next challenge. Toward the inevitable storm that awaited them all.
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