Manning the ship has never been a problem for you. You like being behind the wheel as the Second Division’s helmsman. It’s an easy and calm job, if not for being boring sometimes.

But this time, you can’t feel bored. Not when you feel a pair of brown eyes staring at you intently, an odd expression on his face as his palm props up his chin on the railings of the ship.

The man was always up to no good no matter when or where, so you try to ignore him the first few minutes. Eventually, it gets so stifling that you can’t take it anymore.

But you didn’t have to do anything because at that very next moment, you hear a loud yelp and the cluttering sound of a head banging against wood and a body dropping to the ground.

…Of course, it’s all none other than your own commander, Ace.