The supply ship rocked slightly as it caught the wind. Sunny clear skies and a cool wind blowing. Walking back down again, I arrived at the shared passenger cabin. We thankfully didn't need to squeeze much, but a wall of cargo covered one side.

  The pn was successful as Ezreal roamed freely out of sight. 'Gathering info' was what he called it. I struck up a conversation with another passenger sitting besides me.

  "So what's your reason for going to Shurima? I'm going there to sightsee. Apparently the night sky is incredibly beautiful there."

  One of the small preparations we made were to set up ourselves as tourists that were too broke to afford two tickets. The keywords were: night sky, ruins, sun disc, market, oasis.

  A blunt response came.

  "My father died."

  "Oh."

  Now it felt awkward to just sit there. I felt discomfort and tensed my leg to stand up when he started pouring out his life story. Now, it was too te to escape. I had fallen into a trap and had to take responsibility.

  "My father and mother were never on good terms. They had eloped when my mother gotten pregnant with my eldest brother. Love that vanished by the time I grew up. That bastard had also gotten a mistress so when he brought her there was suddenly another older brother. I also had a younger sister-"

  "My friend's calling for me."

  I bowed in apology before scurrying off.

  "It's fine, do you need some help?"

  He lifted himself off his chair as I dashed away even faster.

  "No need! I got this."

  There wasn't anyone calling for help. So there's no way I can let him follow me.

  I went up the stairs up to the deck. Coming back up soon in a short period of time might seem strange to the others. Just then, I heard some sort of commotion deeper in the ship. A familiar voice caught my ear.

  "Stealing supplies? That's unethical!"

  "Fucking brat, watch who you're talking to. Die!"

  Things were being knocked to the ground as sounds of fighting could be heard. I hurriedly ran there, lugging along the backpack. A deep voice shouted.

  "Capture the thief!"

  It seemed that the crew had arrived. Why did Ezreal expose himself?!! The storage hull that took up the majority of the ship seemed stuffier as the three sailors had arrived. The other passengers slowly trickled in as they gossiped and watched the show.

  An unkempt man was tied up, coarse powder surrounding him. He snarled as he was dragged up to the side of the ship. The crowd followed as a heave-ho! tossed the thief overboard.

  Now, all of the focus was on Ezreal. Someone I assume to be the captain patted him on the shoulder vigorously asked him in a boisterous voice.

  "Tell me young man. What do you want?"

  Just then, the sailor that I payed to get on board whispered to the captain. His eyebrows shot up.

  "It seems that you came onboard the ship without paying. Sigh, what should I do with you?"

  Ezreal looked at me and shook his head from side to side a little, telling me not to interfere. He then looked at the captain straight in the eyes.

  "It seems that you guys don't have a navigator right now from how the ship has moved off course."

  The captain furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

  "And what are you saying?"

  "I can help you with that. I can help you navigate."

  "You? Sure, let's go test. If you can't..."

  A savage smile spread across his face as he made a motion of cutting a throat. They moved towards the navigator's cabin. Even smart people need to study right? I hope he prepared...

  After a few minutes of standing there in trepidation, he came back out with the captain. The captain joyously ughed as he patted Ezreal's back hard.

  "This kid's good! We'll be in safe hands."

  "Outrageous! This brat is still wet behind his ears! There's no way he can navigate! If he can do it why not us? I'm sure he sold his body."

  What was a show before, directly affected them. A sneasly looking man shouted, spittle flying everywhere as the crowd behind him watched in amusement as the captain was pelted.

  A bad feeling of something that was about to happen chilled my back. The captain shot forwards, grabbing his throat. The crew pulled out daggers, keeping the rest of the passengers at bay as the captain brought him to the side.

  "Who do you think you are!? Huh!? I'm the one who runs things around here. You either listen or GET THE HELL OUT! You hear me?"

  After leaving the limp guy on the ground, he waved his arms away.

  "Show's over! Disperse, disperse."

  Life at sea is boring. Not.

  What have I done to have a storm on every single ship???

  "All hands on deck!"

  A pail was roughly shoved in my face as I picked it up and began scooping the water out. An unending torrent of water poured down from the sky. The waves were still, rippling with raindrops. Silver fish started flying out of the water.

  "What the heck! Is it normal to be spped?"

  A sailor hollered towards me.

  "Just don't kiss it! They have nasty stuff!"

  Laughter came from the sailors. They left out nets, waiting for a bunch of fish to nd, before scooping them up and hanging them in the air.

  Water continued to be bailed out as we got more and more drenched.

  Just as sudden as it started, the rain abruptly stopped. A thick mist rose as we sailed. The weather on the sea is as fickle as a woman apparently.

  A fishy blood smell wafted around as they started processing the fish. But that was overpowered by the scent of charred fish. At some point in time, a grill was fired and heaps of fish got tossed on.

  "Come and enjoy the fish! First pte's on us!"

  A conveniently pced sign was set up right beside the board. A passenger yelled out loud in outrage.

  "What a load of shit! One silver for a piece of fish!? Half of the ship is covered with them and it's one silver?!"

  The captain showed up, rubbing his hands.

  "So what price should it be?"

  "Hmm, seventy bronze, no. Fifty bronze."

  The captain waved, and a sailor rushed up, quickly pasting over a sixty bronze number over.

  "That's fine right?"

  "Argh. Reasonable."

  He crossed his arms as he looked away. Sixty is still pretty expensive. There's no way this guy was hired right? I lined up with Ezreal, holding stone ptes that I made just now. I whispered while waiting.

  "Hey, that guy, was he bought out?"

  "That's just a crewmate that dressed up."

  What.

  "Whatcha want?"

  "I'll have a spicy one thanks."

  "Butter and bitter for me."

  "You sure you can take it spicy?"

  Instantly we were each handed a fish sthered in sauces and toppings. A pungent red fish sat on my pte. Looking to the side, a beautiful pearlescent fish thered in dunpor butter and a garnish of bilge bitter was on the other pte.

  "Want some?"

  "Suuuuurrree."

  The best way to have friends is when they share the pain with you. I gingerly pced the fish in my mouth.

  A gentle heat enveloped my mouth as I chewed the tender flesh.

  "Oh it ain't that bad.......... Hot! Hot hothothot. Wabur wabur, helb, gib me wabur."

  A jug of water was handed to me. Chugging it down furiously, it provided only temporary relief. My entire body started sweating, full red as my tongue hanged out.

  This guy didn't eat! I decided not to force him, only taking another piece of fish, before pcing it on top of his fish.

  "Ead up."

  He grimaced.