A curtain of marigold shown gently above the open blue sea. As the sun continued to descend, more and more crew bustled out onto the deck. Soon, almost the entire ship was together. On deck the crew stood, united as one clan, and stared out at the glowing fireball softly descending into the calm blue blanket.


Captains, medical officers, researchers, deckhands, their ranks did not matter. In that moment, the crew was one. One family gently cradled by the great ocean. The wind blew softly over the ship, greeting the crew with a refreshing breeze.


This was not just the open ocean. This was the Paldean sea. Warm and calm waters that hugged the coast of their homeland. As they sailed onward to Galar, they would face rough chilling waters. The waves they would face would be over 3 meters tall. The once friendly breeze would turn into aggressive horrible squalls. But that was not known yet. For now, they were safe in their maiden waters, enthralled by the setting sun.



Walter looked out at the sunset awestruck. His dark hair and sailor's shirt moved gently in the wind. Wattrel stood on his shoulder and basked in the wind. As the deckhand stared out, a large grin crawled its way onto his face. The young deckhand was reminded this is where he belonged. The sea was his true home.


Walter, turned to the research student next to him. With a chuckle, he said "Beautiful isn't it? No matter how many voyages you go on, you will never get tired of seeing the sunset. Never."

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Cain Stille