MT: 18:42. Northern Ocean. Captain’s Log.

"Storm clouds wind’s howled and wailed mercilessly; waves crashed and light bolts banged throughout the night, causing a collection of groans and complaints of those making their attempt to sleep. The ship is still far away from our destination, but I mustn’t give up. The ocean, and the dangers drowned bellow it, are all apart of the mission, to "Overcome the Tide, and Seek the Tide." I’ve been up for more than… A week? My mind is refusing to make my memories more vivid, and I think it’s about time I take a rest, but no. Not yet."

Feixiao, placed down her pen, her weary mind refrained her body from writing. The General’s ears dropped in deep exhaustion as she turned away from her desk, her expression melancholy and exhaustive. A door was opened, causing the foxian’s ears to flick in caution — however, she paid no mind, merely crossing her arms and letting out a tired sigh behind her tall chair.

“Talk.” Feixiao ordered, her voice unveiling obvious weariness, the waves resounding causing a wooden creak to be heard amongst the command.