Roy gripped the helm, his eyes anxiously watching the ajar door to the bridge. The old captain had been gone for quite a while now, and he was arguing with the black-clad devotees.0

How come he hadn't returned yet? Were they fighting?0

Roy glanced behind him and saw the white-haired first mate and the second mate speaking in hushed tones. Their apparent cautiousness made the atmosphere in the bridge even more solemn.0

Just then, the door burst open, and Captain Roger of the Narwhale stormed into the bridge.0

"Old buddy, how did it go? Did you manage to convince those amateurs to reactivate the AIS?" the first mate asked.0

"Does my face look like I succeeded? Hmph! They claim that it's their rule, and we just have to follow...0