Morning started early for Gremory's Hero Party.
After the incident of yesterday's restaurant, Ryn quickly issued a command for both his party and crew.
No fresh seafood.
Anything caught from the sea that morning was to be discarded. Meals were to come from preserved stores or inland supplies only.
There were no questions.
The sailors didn't argue. Some exchanged uneasy looks, but they followed the directive without complaint. After yesterday, no one was eager to test their luck.
Amelia caught up to Ryn as the last crates were loaded onto the vessel they'd be using to get to the mainland.
"You think it's already that bad?" she asked.
"I have no clue," he replied. "We just have to hope that it hasn't."
Ryn stopped at the edge of the pier and took a moment to look the vessel over.
His perception of the airship widely skewed his common sense. The vessel, which would be considered large due to normal standards, looked a bit cramped to Ryn.
