Lorne and Danitz, who was holding the cat, followed Cattleya without a word.
Lorne rubbed his still-throbbing temples. That alarming glimpse had left his head swimming even now.
What exactly was that thing? Why did it feel ever so faintly familiar?
Forget it. Better not dwell on it.
Whatever it was, it definitely wasn't anything good.
After a moment's consideration, Lorne forcibly suppressed the dangerous urge to activate Spirit Vision and take another look.
Beside him, Danitz watched Cattleya with growing unease. She had one hand pressed to her forehead, her steps were unsteady, and she was clearly in a bad state.
Is she really Cattleya, the Admiral of Stars? She looks way too unreliable!
Then he turned his gaze toward Lorne, who looked just as drained.
Now Brando looks sick as a dog, too...
Danitz heaved a heavy inward sigh. Calling his trip to Bayam unlucky didn't begin to cover it. This was the worst vacation imaginable.
After walking for a while, the three stopped at an extremely secluded dock. A small, rather shabby boat lay quietly moored by the water.
Isn't this boat a little too small?!
Lorne examined it carefully. He realized it was even smaller than the little pirate ship he and Tracy had seized back when he was adrift at sea.
We're supposed to cross the open sea in this thing?
Danitz's expression also turned extremely ugly. As a seasoned pirate, he understood better than Lorne what sailing a boat like this on the Sonia Sea meant.
He leaned toward Lorne and muttered in an extremely low voice, "Shit! Forget storms-with this lousy boat, if we're unlucky enough to run into a Church patrol ship, we won't even be able to escape!"
Hearing this, Lorne could only brace himself and ask Cattleya ahead of them,