Archer made his way back to the main deck. He passed a group of crew members discussing the ship's upcoming voyage to the Orientia and the horrible weather plaguing their journey, then the four islands surrounding Draconia. Their excitement was real, and he caught mentions of new trade routes and diplomatic missions.
He kept his expression neutral, but inwardly, he was smiling. The Wyldheart Company's creation was a game-changer, and Archer intended to make it his own. Stepping back onto the gangway, he cast a final glance at the vessel, its sleek silhouette framed against the port's vibrant chaos.
The morning sun was beginning to dip, casting long shadows across the dock. With his tickets tucked securely in his coat and his mind brimming, Archer rejoined the crowd as he stepped back onto the Whtie Storm, where he made his way back to their room. When he entered, he saw Meredith preparing tea in the kitchen.
