“Umm... Sid-kun?” Pura asked as she leaned against the railing of the Shooting Star, “are there supposed to be any burning islands on this route?” The Marimo Pirates had set sail almost immediately after Knave had decided, and Sid had spent most of the voyage either at the helm or in any space where he could get some light training in, while also double-checking maps and their course every few seconds. He, along with the rest of the crew, was doing his best to both do his duty as a crewmember and prepare for the oncoming battle as best as he could. When a pretty lady called, however... “Fl-”