The stairs creaked faintly beneath their steps as Trafalgar and Garrika climbed to the first floor.
Trafalgar slid the brass key into the lock, twisted it, and the door opened with a soft click. He stepped aside, gesturing with a hand for Garrika to enter first.
"A gentleman, huh?" she teased, though she accepted the gesture without hesitation.
The moment she crossed the threshold, Garrika's wolf tail swayed and she threw herself onto the bed with no restraint. "Ahh… comfortable," she murmured, spreading her arms across the sheets as if testing the fabric.
Trafalgar ignored her antics, walking instead to the window. He pulled the curtain aside, and his gaze fell upon the harbor beyond. Towering ships crowded the docks, their sails drawn tight as cranes and crews unloaded barrels and crates. The sheer size of them—their masts stabbing skyward like spears—was impressive even to him. 'Incredible,' he thought, his reflection faint in the glass.
