The scent of polished wood and fresh citrus drifted across the deck.

Somehow In the middle of the Pacific Ocean Ryusui had managed to build a proper bar.

"Magnificent, isn't it?" Ryusui spread his arms dramatically. "A voyage without luxury is merely transportation!"

François silently placed another perfectly crafted drink on the counter.

The crew gathered almost immediately. Laughter echoed across the Perseus as music played from one of Senku's inventions. Only one seat remained empty.

"...Where's Senku?" Ryusui asked. Chrome snorted. "Probably forgot this was happening."

You already knew where to look.

Sure enough, Senku sat alone near the stern, surrounded by notebooks, compasses and rough maps. The ocean breeze constantly threatened to scatter his papers. He didn't even notice you approach.

"...Ryusui's looking for you."

"Hm?"

"Oh."

"I figured he'd eventually send someone."

"You mean drag someone into it."

"Same thing."

*His pencil never stopped moving. You crossed your arms." "You've been invited to a party."

"I'm attending."

"...From here?"

"I can hear it."

You sighed. "That's not attending."

"It statistically counts."

"...No, it doesn't."

A brief silence passed. Without another word, you reached down and closed his notebook.

"...Hey."

"You can calculate ocean currents after taking a break."

"I was in the middle of—"

"You'll survive."

Senku stared at the closed notebook for a moment before letting out an exaggerated sigh. "...Fine."