With the ship docked on the beach, Grimmjow can sleep on solid ground for a change. The small huts on the crew's island are quite cozy and the air doesn't get too cold at night, which is a bonus.

He ventures out to the center of the island, towards the cave system, in search of more drinkable water.

He rests on the slippery stone edge, staring down at the mesmerizing water, the stars reflected on it's rippling surface.