Under the cover of night, the Blue Fist sailed across the ocean. Not far away lay a small island, the very island where Ed had previously performed the Touching ceremony. The ship entered the harbor slowly, cloaked in darkness.
The islanders on guard duty grew alert at the sight of the vessel, but relaxed as they recognized it in the moonlight.
A farewell ceremony was being held on deck.
"Bobby, this is as far as I can take you. We'll come to see you again before long," Andre said, an uncharacteristic hint of longing on his usually stoic face. After all, he had worked with Bobby for a very long time, and watching him leave was difficult.
"Don't forget your promise," Old Bobby replied with a smile and a nod.
He then looked at the rest of the crew and embraced them one by one. "I'll be going now. May the Holy Mother bless you!"
