The fishermen's boat was simple but adequate for navigating the waters. William rested his elbows on the boat's rail, gazing at the ocean, the sun, and enjoying the breeze.
He had sailed so frequently that it had become second nature. Yet, he couldn't help but think of his old professor James, Gorn, and the king awaiting his return with the antidote.
Returning seemed increasingly improbable. Would he even find a way back? Or, more importantly, was it worth returning? What if the king had already died? So many months had passed that William was uncertain if the king had survived.
"Lost in thought, huh?" Matthew said, leaning beside William.
"You have no idea."
They stood in silence, savoring the moment. Eventually, the fishermen stopped the boat.
"This is one of our fishing spots," the ship's captain announced. "You can fish with us or not; I don't mind. We'll stop near the island you mentioned in a couple of days."
