Mr. World

After Apothecary made a round, sold a few cheaper healing potions, and returned to her spot in satisfaction, she hummed some unknown folk tune as she laid out various tools for brewing potions.

Suddenly, Quincy, who had been lying by the entrance, sat up and rushed out of the shack. He began shouting outside, "What are they doing? Where are they going? Hey, what's going on with you people?"

Sensing that something was wrong, the others could no longer sit still and gradually emerged from the shack. They saw the Wavebreaker setting sail on the sea, actually leaving them behind?

Sifa and the others exchanged glances, none of them able to make sense of the situation.

Then they heard Frank say, "He left us two barrels of clean water."

Two large wooden barrels sat on the beach, but aside from those, there was nothing else.

Natalie lifted her skirt and rushed to the shore, screaming at the Wavebreaker, "Ken Angus, you liar, you big talker, you bastard, you scum! You told me I could go aboard every night to bathe, or I never would have gotten off the ship!"

"Ah, damn it, I'm going to curse you!"

Edward smiled bitterly. "If we conserve it, these two barrels should last us a week. But we can't bathe or wash up. We can only use it for drinking."

"And food," Frank said gravely. "Did any of you bring anything to eat?"

Of course not. Who would have thought the captain would actually sail away? Could wilderness survival be one of the training objectives as well?

Sifa first looked out at the sea, then turned to Quincy. "Perhaps you can bring us some fish?"

"Of course I can."

Quincy pointed at the mountains behind them. "But aren't you a Hunter too? A Hunter