In other words, this departure might very well be a final farewell.
Luckily, I don't have much attachment to this place, Alka thought. Closing his eyes, he lay on the bed to rest. Listening to the cold wind outside the window, he fell into a slumber.
「...」
After a long voyage, they were about to reach their destination: Snowy Island. Alka stood at the helm, watching the island in the distance.
He waved his hand, and the bronze bell on the main mast swung from side to side, emitting a clear, crisp sound. The sound carried outward, and everyone in the captain's cabin emerged one after another.
"We're almost there? Oh, this island is quite big, isn't it?" Jason remarked, standing on the deck with his telescope focused on the distant island.
Lucilia nimbly hopped and climbed up Alka's leg, all the way to his shoulder.
She's a bit like a little monkey, Alka mused. Of course, I can't say that out loud, or Lucilia will get angry.
