Thorns

No. Once it's fixed, they'll leave the Salt Flat for the ocean. Then I'll stay behind and continue to hone my skills in both swordplay and alchemy.

If, and I mean, IF we fail...

He really should go out into the world and broaden his horizons, if the opportunity presents itself.

The sea's much calmer than I imagined. The day I set out to sea, the voices that once called my name from the depths no longer echoed in my ears.

There's nothing to apologize for.

Iberia in its Golden Age may have been arrogant, but at least there was something to be proud of, compared to the shambled state it's in today.

The ship needs to shake them! We can't wait for you!

I don't deny being at the cemetery, but I—

...This many messages? Really?

We'll find out soon.

No idea. Deeper in, I suppose.

The rusted alloy has been successfully isolated. The newly added alloy has been successfully integrated.

Shut it.

[It gazes into you. Its eyes bore into yours, yearning to slowly crawl in through your wounds. You are awake as it pulls you into its embrace and you sink into its blood and shadow and sun and hear its eyeless and soundless and lifeless shadow. As tranquil as a shining star.]

Denied. Cuna de Nene was decided by drawing lots, as usual. As a saltfin, I highly doubt Nene used any underhanded tricks to rig the results. Besides, the Seaborn seem unlikely to respond differently to different ship names.

I didn't realize there would be so many complications when I agreed to repair the compass.

No, I'll do it.

Any better ideas?

I believe the Doctor joined shortly before we did.

We're out of time...