The Southern Ocean's noon sun was fiercely strong, and Fisher's group on their small wooden boat had no shelter from the relentless heat, leaving them all directly exposed to the clear sky overhead.
Old Jack carefully removed all of his bartender attire from the upper half of his body and constructed a rudimentary shelter in one corner of the boat to protect Dian Dian and Karma from sunburn.
He, like Fisher, was shirtless and stood at the bow, watching the boat's direction.
They had been sailing for a full day and night since leaving Saint Nali, and during that time, Moli had dived in to catch some oddly shaped fish to serve as food.
Fisher wasn't familiar with the ocean's seafood, the only types he knew were those available for purchase in the Saint Nali market, and at the moment, he wasn't sure whether the colorful, big-headed fish before him was edible.
