The azure waves curled mildly against the hull of the Alcor, as the sun descends into the hazy distance of crimson and gold. A string of salt-laden wind tousled platinum locks, sat upon the gunwale.

In reverie.

From afar would most of the crew remain, mugs in hands— jovial tunes floating into the sea breeze.

A smile beamed from Kazuha's lips. "Why not join the others to sing and celebrate? The night is young... but your company is welcomed, should you wish to escape the revelry."