The aftermath of the battle left the ship creaking, groaning like an old man getting out of bed. Judge, standing on the deck with his arms crossed, surveyed the damage — or lack thereof. The ship was still in one piece, miraculously, despite the sky itself deciding to throw a tantrum.
Lediya, as if nothing had happened, dusted some blood off her skirt, yes... 'dusted'. "Shall we proceed?"
Judge sighed dramatically. "Yes, yes, let's go to — uh — " He paused, looking at his surroundings. "Where are we going again?"
Lediya blinked. "Young master was the one who decided our destination."
"Ah, right," Judge coughed into his fist. "I did." He turned to his loyal guard beside him. "Where did I say we were going again?"
His guard, who was observing Judge's face that read - 'I've seen things I can't unsee,' cleared his throat and masked his amusement. "Young master, uh, pointed at a map and said, 'That place looks dramatic enough,' and then fell asleep."
