78 CHANGING MASTERS AGAIN; PART OF LIFE.

Tides rose and fell, winds stirred and calmed as the Camelotian fleet continued sailing across the calm sea while enjoying the bath of the blue sky filled with white clouds.

It was now already over a month since the fleet started their journey after undergoing repairs.

During this time, they were lucky as they didn’t encounter any other hostile fleets and forces. The ship’s scanners also haven’t detected any place with a high concentration of exotics yet, so they practically just sailed aimlessly without a specific direction.

Clark felt homesick living in a strange unknown ship where he was treated like shit, but he persevered, restraining his longing, as a beggar was simply not a chooser.

It felt to him like the days were being rolled over like book pages, as another week quickly elapsed. The fleet finally stopped after so long, as their scanners detected a location under the sea with a high concentration of exotics.