Charles and Bandages were talking about various mundane topics when Bandages felt something, prompting him to turn to his left.0

Amidst the jet-black darkness of the sea, Bandages managed to make out a semi-elliptical silhouette larger than the Narwhale drifting over toward them.0

Bandages got ready to steer the Narwhale away, but Charles pressed down on the steering wheel. 0

"That's not a creature of the sea. I've seen that before. It's a ship of the Haikor Tribe."0

The two watched as the vessel approached the Narwhale. A minute later, the turtleshell ship had drifted next to the Narwhale. Charles frowned while staring at the derelict ship. She had clearly suffered from some kind of attack judging from the holes and tears on her sturdy turtleshell side plating. It cut a sorry figure through and through. 0

"This...might...be...0