Sylvester saw the ship leave his sight on the horizon where stormy clouds were brewing. Since Cardinal Bison was going along with them, he wasn't worried about some pirates attacking them, even less so with the Holy Land's flag hoisted on it in the second half of the journey.
"Nya?"
Sylvester looked down. Miraj's face was peeking out of the little baby carrier he had made.
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