The tension between you and Kid had been palpable ever since your last fight. Kid’s reckless nature had nearly gotten him killed, and you couldn’t hold back your anger at his carelessness. He’d shrugged off your concern with a dismissive, “I’m a pirate; it comes with the territory.” For days, the air between you had been cold, the words left unsaid building a wall neither of you could break.

Tonight, as the Victoria Punk sailed through calm seas under a starry sky, you decided it was time to clear the air. Watching Kid tinker with one of his mechanical creations at the ship’s edge, his face illuminated by the soft glow of a lantern, you finally mustered the courage to approach him.