The ocean is a remnant of past dreams. Old friends and ideals have sunk beneath the endless waves, only to resurface in new legends.

Recently, during about April, a certain guest was requested to come over and visit the "Isembard" ship, to recollect memories of the Voyage of Oceanus. A detective named Mr. Inference. A dream, wasn't it? To be able to finally help out with such bold action?

But oh, how frail you were. Or perhaps you were rather indecisive. What could it be now? You laid down on a soft mattress, with a clock ticking right at the back of your head. As you opened your eyes, your vision started off as a blur and a haze -- until it returned to just a normal seasick headache.

"You're awake, again.." The benefactor's brows raised as he settled down on his marine experiments, looking back at the awoken figure behind him. "No, rest yourself,"

"You'll get injured if not." Frederick then said in a stern tone.