"Maybe he'll have to wait a long time?"
As Stat Island's silhouette gradually vanished beneath the horizon, Yinsen leaned against the railing of the poop deck, staring blankly in its direction.
Arthur stood beside him. He had heard Brent's parting words as well, but neither he nor Yinsen had any immediate plans to brave the Sea of Storms, so they had no idea how long they would remain in these waters.
"In theory, the longer we stay, the more resources we'll have. Once we reach a new sea region, it'll also be easier for us to get through the initial adjustment period."
But things could not be calculated that way. If he stayed too long in a place that no longer posed any threat to him, perhaps he would gradually lose the drive to press forward fearlessly.
"I don't intend to make him wait too long."
"Do you have a plan?"
Yinsen decisively waved his hand and shook his head. "Not a single clue!"
"..."
Arthur felt that Brent really was going to be waiting for a long time. Sometimes, this young captain named Yinsen had clear goals and considered everything thoroughly, making him seem like an excellent person to learn from. Yet at other times, he was utterly unreliable, as if he had suddenly become someone else, leaving Arthur speechless.
"Where are we going now?"
"We'll drift around at sea... wherever we end up, we end up."
For this voyage, he had deliberately chosen a different direction from the previous two, but he had yet to decide on a specific destination. Unlike the last time, when he had had a target as soon as he set sail, neither the Space-Time Pointer nor the Island Pointer gave him a clear direction this time.
Left with no choice, Yinsen sailed around