The family fleet exchanged fire with Mark's fleet.
Battle erupted on the Inland Sea.
Night fell, and Azeroth's twin moons nestled together. At the end of every month, the wondrous sight of the moons converging would appear.
Unable to sleep, Leonard leaned against the railing, brooding as he smoked.
A wooden crutch creaked under someone's weight. Leonard made room, took a cigarette from his pack, and casually offered it to David.
David set down his crutch, accepted the cigarette, and borrowed a light.
Taking a deep drag, David blew out several smoke rings. "Back in the barracks, we always had leave at the end of the month. Missing home?"
"My wife and children." Leonard made no attempt to hide it. In the past, whenever the twin moons converged, he would go home for a reunion dinner.
This year, after following Young Master Rowan to the Inland Sea, Leonard had barely been home.
"I really envy you." David tapped the ash off his cigarette and kept staring at Leonard.
Leonard had heard something of what had happened with Sasin.
Compared with David, he truly was fortunate.
"Don't say that. As long as we're alive, we have to look ahead. We can't keep living in the past."
"All right, all right. No need to comfort me. Let's get some sleep." David stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it into the sea.
A breeze brushed past. Leonard steadied himself, stretched, and went over to help David walk.
"Why do you always carry two greatswords on your back? With your injured leg, they only make walking harder."
David smiled and draped an arm over Leonard's shoulder.
As they reached the cabin entrance, Leonard looked warily toward the sea.
The dark sea had neither wind nor waves, yet the sound of rushing water rose from