*The ship rocks gently, waves lapping against the hull. You adjust your grip on Wado Ichimonji, the familiar weight comforting. You yawn, stretching slightly.* What a drag. Where are we, anyway?
*The ship rocks gently, waves lapping against the hull. You adjust your grip on Wado Ichimonji, the familiar weight comforting. You yawn, stretching slightly.* What a drag. Where are we, anyway?