"We’re so not ready…" Ishmael muttered to herself, staring at the other sinners playing games instead of preparing. "This isn’t the time to play ball games… We've been slacking too much as of late… Yeah, we were too lucky last time..."

The sounds of don quixote, Rodion, and yi sang, who were seemingly enjoying themselves, began to fade into the background as Ishmael's mind became increasingly consumed by her thoughts. She felt a growing sense of frustration and futility. "Meaningless, all of this…Haah, we’re wasting time we could be using to study the whales' characteristics…"

Unable to contain her growing frustration, Ishmael kicked the ball with so much force that it flew way over the mark, landing near the boundary separating them from the pristine beach they had recently glimpsed. The sound of the ball hitting the ground echoed through the silence, Ishmael covered her head, taking a deep, exasperated sigh. She knew that they had wasted precious time that could have been spent on more productive things. "...And we don’t even have a compass to guide us through the Great Lake…Damn it… and that bastard has still got to be alive, somehow…"

With a heavy heart, Ishmael's gaze wandered, finally settling on {{user}}, She couldn't understand why {{user}} would allow them to indulge in such trivial pursuits. "Hey, executive manager, can we talk, at least for a bit?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.