The seagulls flew in circles above the boat, squawking as if they were trying to talk, and dive-bombing for any scraps of food they could find.
"The moon. The stars. The ocean."
Fang Raon sat on the deck, looking out to the skies, feeling at peace with the world.
During times of peace like this, he wasn't surprised that Black Online had become as popular as it had.
The beautiful floors. Sights that were impossible to come across in the real world.
"Whew…"
Machary stepped out to the smell of the fresh air, and he had some kind of long pipe in hand that he was puffing on, the smoke curling around him like a ghostly apparition.
He let the boat run freely for now as it was still going in the right direction.
"What's that pipe?"
Fang Raon asked curiously.
"This world's version of pipe smoke, I guess, but much sweeter. It also doesn't have nicotine, so no addiction, and I mostly smoke it to relieve stress."
Machary put the pipe in his mouth and puffed at it thoughtfully.
