A fat woman with a barrel-like figure, disheveled, chased out of the house, waving a handkerchief, shouting loudly at the man's back: "Chuck, our child and I will be waiting for you at home..."
As she spoke, she gently touched her bulging stomach with a tender expression.
"Alright, sir, when do you want to depart?"
Chuck from the Sea Clan returned to Ronan's side, wiping his moist cheeks vigorously, and looked at him with burning eyes as he asked.
Ronan was at a loss for words, not understanding but choosing to respect.
He turned around and strolled towards the coastline.
"Now."
....
On the azure, unblemished sea surface, a silver-gray magic airship skimmed over the waves, rapidly flying in one direction.
Standing at the bow, Ronan squinted into the distance.
With his extraordinarily sharp eyesight, he could clearly see that the originally blue water near the horizon was slowly turning an inky green.
