The two of them headed toward the stern of the ship, where Garrick was usually seen giving orders.
But instead, they found someone else.
An old woman sat casually atop a large wooden crate near the railing, one leg crossed over the other.
It was Barbara.
There was a thick cigar rested between her weathered fingers, as wisps of gray smoke drifted lazily into the morning air.
She took a slow puff before exhaling with obvious satisfaction, her sharp eyes remaining fixed on the endless blue horizon.
Despite her age, there was an unmistakable aura surrounding her... calm and experienced.
It was the kind of presence forged through countless years of surviving the unforgiving sea.
Noticing the approaching pair, Barbara didn't even bother turning her head.
"So, the two little lovebirds finally decided to leave their cabin?" Barbara said teasingly.
Hearing those words, Jake coughed awkwardly.
"...Was it that obvious?"
Barbara snorted.
