In the chart room, as always, sunlight from the Endless Sea streamed through the portholes, casting a brilliance upon the antiquated artifacts that had gathered a century's worth of time. The black goat-head statue sat quietly in the corner of the chart table, controlling the direction of Homeloss, while the surface of the ancient sea chart was enveloped by rolling, thin mists. Within these swirling layers, the trajectory representing the known routes stretched straight toward a certain direction, moving forward.
At the end of the course lay the Plunder City-State. The shimmering point of light had now appeared in the fog ahead and was slowly closing the distance to Homeloss, barely perceptible to the naked eye.
The door opened, and Duncan's silhouette appeared in the doorway.