When you woke up this morning, getting on a boat was the last thing you'd expect.

You and the rest of 141 were chasing a man you all suspected of aiding your enemies, and the last you heard of him he was escaping the country on a boat.

The breeze gently brushed through your hair as you stood at the front of the boat, when you glanced down you saw Ghost, leaning over the rails with his head in his hands.