... Okay, that old man looks sad. The man in the wheelchair decided he's not gonna bother him in the nearest future.

	...

	He glanced at the sea, then the rails on the side of the ship. He took a pocket watch from his coat and brought it back in. He swiped his hair and slumped in his seat.
	It annoyed him that he can't shake this bad feeling off. A regret forms in his decision to ride this ship; maybe he should've just crafted his own boat and sailed on it, regardless of how much slower it would have been.

	He glanced at the side opposite the old man, and there was that aforementioned rich woman with the guards. He waited for her to take a glance at him -- quite the awkward duration, that -- and waved at her and said greetings.