Under the cover of night.
The Sea Fist sailed across the ocean.
Not far away was a small island.
Taking advantage of the darkness, the Sea Fist slowly sailed into the island's harbor.
The islanders on watch at the harbor tensed upon spotting the ship, but relaxed once the moonlight revealed its identity.
This island was the same one where Alka had previously undergone the touching ceremony.
At this moment, a farewell ceremony was being held on board.
"Bobby, this is as far as I can take you. We'll come to see you in a while."
Bobby nodded with a smile.
Then he looked at the others, hugging each one of them.
"Then I'll take my leave. May the Holy Mother bless you all!"
After that, Bobby, accompanied by his two apprentices, disembarked.
The ship, already sparsely crewed, felt even more desolate and empty after the three departed.
Everyone watched Bobby leave as the ship slowly backed out of the berth, heading away from the island.
