A paintbrush grazed the drawing board gently as Charles drew the docked ships at the docks. Hope Island's exports and imports had stopped, with supplies being stocked up in the warehouses in preparation for the arrival of the Divine Light Order's fleet. In other words, Charles had nothing to do these days, so he decided to go to the harbor area and draw the docked ships.0

"May I ask where you learned to paint, fellow painter? I've never seen that style of painting before, and I've visited quite a few islands myself," an elderly voice asked from behind Charles.0

Charles turned and saw an old man missing a front tooth.0

"Oh, it's you! You've asked me to draw you and your wife, so I'm surprised to know that you're a painter as well," the old painter said, sounding like he was close...0