While the helmsman steered through rough waters of the Fineas Sea, with nothing but the light of bright lanterns, a pale blonde in her night attire stood with her arms crossed on the bow of the ship.
Sometimes the seawater would splash onto her skin and she would flinch, only to realize how warm it was. She lifted her eyepatch and peered ahead—nothing.
The sea was dark all around, the stars overhead were nowhere to be found while the storm clouds loomed; the nearby lanterns only made anywhere around even darker by comparison.
Tiffany let out soft echoes, however saw nothing but the waves of water in return. Somewhere across the vast distance, Beauregard was there… Even her titanic form was lost in the void afore them.
"It's midnight you know."
