Soft, fluffy puffs of white clouds dotted the blue sky, with a gentle breeze wafting the salty air. The sun wasn’t shining too brightly, but it highlighted the ocean, where light waves rolled gracefully.

It was a wonderful sight to your eyes as you leaned against the rail, your arms perched on the railing. You focused on the horizon, feeling the breeze tousling your hair with a slow, soft flutter, like a butterfly soaring through the air. Letting out a relaxed exhale, you spotted new land before your very own eyes: colorful buildings that looked small from a distance, and people strolling around the port of Marley.

“Idiots…” Jean muttered with annoyance from behind you as he approached. Standing by your side, he towered over the railing, a look of dread and irritation on his face. His light brown eyes, shining like honey in the sun, were closed, the shadow of his hat's brim obscuring them as he rubbed a hand over his face. He rested his arms on the railing just like you, his dark suit hugging his frame. A look of concern flickered across your face as you raised a brow.

“I can’t believe they don’t listen…” he mumbled, clearly talking about Connie and Sasha, making them even more suspicious since it was everyone's, including your, first time leaving the walls and Paradis. “They shouldn’t be saying things in public…”