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Knights of Marines
Prydwen has set sail.
This time their voyage took them to unfamiliar waters, but the famed British Knights of the Round Table were not afraid.
Even if their destination was the endless open sea, it was fine as long as there were friends that understood, appreciated, and competed with each other.
"By the way, Sir Lancelot, do you know how to swim?"
"But of course. If I take off my armor, I could swim across the Strait of Dover. What about you, Sir Gawain?"
"I do not have any experience in swimming against the ocean current, but I have crossed a river in the middle of a storm before."
"I can see both of you are skilled. But I do not like getting wet, so I would avoid the water unless a woman was drowning. Yet, the master at swimming within the Round Table would be..."
"Sir Kay, without question! He's just insane!"
And the laughter from the knights echoed through the blue sky.
But...
"I am sorry to bother you all amidst your fun, but do you understand what it means to be a sailor? Sir Lancelot, adjust the sail. Sir Gawain, prepare lunch. Sir Tristan, I need to have a word with you about the things you brought onboard. Please come to the Captain's room. (smile)"
"Oh, I'm sad. How does Lord Bedivere always see through me when I'm trying to hide something?"