"Can anyone tell me what's actually going on here?" Charles, dressed in a sharp black suit, applauded as he asked his companions in confusion.
He was now standing in Deep's spacious backyard, surrounded by red and white flowers that made the garden look especially beautiful, particularly the enormous floral arch behind the newlywed couple. If it hadn't been for Bandage's help, they probably wouldn't have found so many flowers anywhere on Hope Island.
That's right, he was attending a wedding—the wedding of the sailor chief, Deep.
The other crew members sitting next to him looked just as bewildered; they stared blankly at Deep and Alya kissing beneath the floral arch.
"If I remember right, Deep was just asking us this morning how to handle romantic issues. How did he end up married by the evening? Isn't this way too fast? What the hell did he do?" Feierbahah muttered.
