Atlantic Ocean, 10:17 PM.
A long-distance fishing boat was sailing on the sea, which was by no means calm at the time. It rained heavily, and the small boat bobbed on the waves and seemed easily capsized.
Lucina, wearing a raincoat, firmly gripped the helm, trying to keep the boat on course. Diana covered her stomach, leaning against the porthole, having just thrown up...
"I can't believe you actually get seasick," Lucina chuckled.
Diana didn't have the strength to reply as another wave of nausea hit her.
Lucina shook her head; she and her father had been smugglers at sea before joining the postal workers, and such storms were nothing to her.
"Ah! Look, it's that ship."
Diana wiped her mouth and, looking through the porthole, saw a black ship quietly drifting on the blood-red sea under the red sky.
Lucina followed Diana's pointing finger, spotted the ship, and turned the helm to bring the fishing boat closer.
