The Sea of Confession, an unnamed sea area about three days' sailing distance from Giant Tree Island.
The Gelin is leisurely drifting over the sea, the sail swaying with the wind.
Noemi stood with hands on hips, looking around and shading some sunlight with her hand: "The weather here is so nice, sunny and breezy, where's the earthquake and tsunami?"
"Did Granny Sante remember the wrong location?"
She wiggled her tail slightly, in a good mood, as it had been a long time since they'd encountered such weather.
"Don't worry, it might come later."
Mira, flipping through a book, sat in a wheelchair with her legs crossed, looking very relaxed.
"...Getting off the wheelchair wasn't easy, why are you back on it again?"
Yas felt a bit annoyed; he really didn't like seeing Mira in the wheelchair.
Hearing Yas' words, Mira giggled and then stood up.
"What's the big deal? The captain made this chair for me, the kind that can move."
"Look, I've stood up again."
"And sat back down."
