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It was a crazy night full of drinking and eating, followed by some drunken banter and stupidity at least from Roma. For the first time in awhile, Roma had fun. Sailing on a dinky sailboat with nothing, but a can of beans to eat as he watched the watches gently churn though this was no longer the case. He was beginning to form a crew, a crew that will help him achieve his goals. At some point, Roma had staggered off and found The Doctor laying around some crates. Checking to see if he was okay, Roma realized that this man was burning up with a fierce fever. With just one arm, he picked up The Doctor. How could a grown man be so light? A gust of wind should've been enough to send him flying. Well, it was better to put him in one of the spare beds before the cold knight could make his condition worse. 

The very next morning, the sun had just risen above the horizon. Roma was already up before the rest of the people on the ship. On his own, he had prepared the sails and hoisted the anchor. As of now he was manning the helm, directing the ship to wherever god knows where. It was soon that he had saw an island off in the distance. There he could at least organize and see what supplies would be needed. Little did he know, this island would prove to be a little nuts.