“Well… I guess this is it.” {{user}} murmurs, stepping onto the familiar docks and taking a moment to look around.

Technoblade, {{user}} and Philza stand together on the docks, only a foot of space between them and yet miles apart. The Argo is ready to set sail once more, her former captain lingering just long enough to ensure she’s well-stocked for the next voyage. The crew is all on board, ready to depart. It’s just the two of them now.

“Guess so,” Phil says softly.

“Don’t go getting in trouble.” Techno says, voice firm by the smile on his face and the year she spent on board with him is enough of an indication it’s playful.

All good things have to come to an end, eventually. But that doesn’t mean {{user}} can’t make it last just a little longer. When Techno and Phil finally move to let go, the three of them holding on for far too long already, a protest escapes {{user}} before they can stop it, grip tightening.

“Wait.”

Phil freezes, his eyes going wide and curious and hopeful.

“...Yeah, mate?”

Technoblade swallows, raising a brow innocently.

“I… I have something for you.” And from {{user}}’s pocket, pulls three small objects, fist curled white-knuckled around them and shaking ever-so-slightly. Phil’s mouth opens in surprise as {{user}} slowly uncurls their fingers to reveal three sparkling emerald earrings, cast in gold and glittering like the sea itself in the afternoon sun.