The patience of the group, to varying degrees, held fast during the few days that made up the rest of their journey. In contrast to the tumult of the previous days, some time to relax and recover was welcome, but to others it still grated on their temperance.

Sabine, Tzirret, Ciinriel, and Peiter spent the day following their drinking game groaning in pain from what was the worst hangover they had ever suffered. Thankfully, the dim light of the lower hold did not hurt their eyes, but they complained at whatever sound came by their hammocks. Sabine didn't mind too much through the process, however, as it meant more time nestled up with Peiter. The rest of the journey for them was spend killing time in various forms and fashions; talking amongst themselves and the group, playing more games, watching the waves. Though, they didn't end up purchasing another bottle of orange liquor from the quartermaster. None of them wanted to even sip another drink before the hangover had disappeared from their memories. But even if they wanted more, they didn't have the coin.

There was one occasion where Sabine received a magic lesson from Meesei as per routine, but Sabine was distracted by her new feelings and struggled to improve. In addition, Sabine gave Peiter another magic lesson on their last day, but they didn't get very far either. Peiter's understanding of magic had improved, but he still couldn't quite make the light spell.

Life was simple for the rest, with conversation and child-and-wamasu-minding being the dominant activities. Janius ended up joining in on a couple of bouts with the fistfights, but didn't quite find himself doing as well as Kaleeth or Lorag. Any gambling pursuits that Janius or Fendros partook in were not as successful as the first time, but at least they didn't risk nearly as much as Sees-No-Colours did. The only other activity within the group was committed when the privacy of the storage rooms was spread by rumour.

By the end of the voyage, everyone's minds were reinforced with the fact that a life of sailing was not for them. Everyone was packed and ready to go with no protest. Sabine was even the first to begin rappelling off the side of the ship, remembering to quickly say "Goodbye!" an instant before she began descending to the water. Fendros double checked what he had and gave a similar wave. Janius held Leaps under one arm and struggled to step over the side and climb down with the weight, but he managed to lower himself with little more than a small rope burn on his fingers. Tzirret was quiet as he climbed down, but he had a visible energy about him after being cooped up for so long.

The water was a short depth over waist height when members of the group dipped in. It was a cool relief, but they had to resist the temptation to dive under in order to spare their equipment. They waded to the shore in short order, Janius letting Leaps swim at the length of his leash. By the time they were all in the water, the ship was already moving to leave.