Clapping his hand on Kuhn's shoulder, a few bandages around the light burns, Macario said, "Alright let's go then. No offense but it is my ship."

Order of things decided, the two went to the smaller boat, taking down the rope and sailing off as the Breeze had its anchor lowered.

Gasping out, Lina exclaimed, "Ah!" Bolting from the room, she went back up to the deck, going up to the next level, where three potted plants were lashed to the railing by the steering wheel. One of them had somehow fallen, dirt spilled out, but the Melonberry sapling was still undamaged. Lina called, "I've got to clean this up, but when I'm done I'll make something to eat!"

As she headed into the storeroom, her happy musings on what to cook were dashed when she saw their hard earned supplies strewn about. "Augh, we need to rethink this..." Stooping down, letting the hem of her light blue sun dress brush the ground, she began to clean up. Face hardening, she looked up, calling, "Chester! Get down here and help me!"

[sub]"It...ts.."[/sub]

"What!?"

[sub]"It...hurts..."[/sub]

"I can't..."

Moments later, the calm ocean winds were pierced by a shrill cry of fright, echoing throughout the Hinnon Breeze.