Duncan opened the door to the captain's quarters and strode in; the black goat head on the navigation desk immediately silenced and turned its gaze towards the entrance, watching under the dim light.
"Duncan Ebnomal—I'm back," Duncan said with a wave of his hand, then glanced out the window, "Where are we right now?"
Before entering the captain's quarters, he had noticed that the Homeloss had already passed through the dark mist, and now the dense fog in the nearby waters had turned into a normal gray-white color; under the light, that heavy fog was silently undulating in the distance.
"We arrived at the Six Nautical Miles boundary line fifteen minutes ago; the fleet is now waiting for your command," the goat head spoke, creaking its neck as it swiveled its head, as if still sizing up the captain that had just entered the room, "You... seem to have been to a very far place or been gone for a long time; I almost didn't recognize you for a moment."
