Akashi began to see people whom he would expect to be potential enemies of him and his father.
Akashi had begun to take off his glasses and wipe them off from the dust that got on them from sitting in the cabinet while he slept on this ship.
These glasses help him concentrate sage much better; without them, he would end up analyzing, most likely, half of the sea.
"So, how does my son feel about his first time out at sea?" my father began to say, walking up behind Akashi.
"Pretty good, honestly," I said in a pretty excited tone.
"Still pretty sad that I can barely even teach you things," my father said while looking down at the water.
"Yeah, but there's still a vast ocean of knowledge out there, Dad," I had said, copying what the sage said earlier.
"True, and hopefully I can teach you some of it," my father said before the ship came to an abrupt stop.
"Captain Alga, Someone has appeared in front of the ship, flying." A man came over to the deck, telling my father.
My father began to run over to the middle of the ship. He looked up from the ship with a look of anger before saying a name.
"Stime," I heard my father say before the entire ship was split into five pieces as I was seemingly yanked off the ship and into the water with my own hands.
"Was that you, Sage?" I had asked my skill as I reached above the water.
Yes, Sir
"Wh-" I was about to say as I looked in front of me at the part of the sea that was once blue, drenched in red, and the cause of it flying away as he just disappeared from my vision.
My vision had begun to dissipate into nothingness as I fell unconscious.
As I began to awaken again, I was coughing up water as I got up from the sand and look up to see a bunch of trees.
"Sage, where are we?" I had asked my skill hoping for a good answer.
We seem to be on an island
"That's not the worst answer." I had said with a hopeful thought that I might be able to get out of this alive.
I began to walk around seeing pieces of wood from the wrecked ship, but then I saw it, a severed arm.
As I began to cry, it wasn't just any arm; the ring on the arm was my father's.
"Dad, I can't survive out here on my own," I kept crying as I took the ring of the severed arm and put it on my finger.
I must survive and get back to my mother, I thought to myself as the tears began to make me tired, and I fell asleep once again.