There it was—the port they left not but a day ago. Hotaru had finished up her self-inflicted homework to come up to the bow of the ship, where Jotou and Fumeko were already overlooking Belle-Ventrialis.
Soon joining them with her hair styled in the best coils she could manage was Tiffany. All four watched the port come closer into view while the sea breeze drifted past their ears in faint whistles.
Bells at the dockyard rang to signal their arrival; the anchor was down and the coughing engine that ran for so long finally puffed to a halt.
Navy soldiers yelled maritime codewords as they tied the ship to port and set a ramp for them to descend. None of them looked particularly dishevelled or fatigued—all but one of course.
The golden blonde who left in her billowing yellow coat and securely woven attire, returned wearing a t-shirt and some pants with her sword wrapped in the previously stated yellow coat.
