Marcos closed the door to his quarters and after clearing his table, went to bed.<br/><br/>The next morning, the ship was aiming for port.  It was still yet a few hours out, but the Captain was up bright and early, back in his trench and ready for the day ahead of him.  The crew soon stirred from sleep as one by one, Kiryuu woke them up.  Marcos was on the front of his ship, telescope out and looking ahead of them from the bow, his hair loose from it's ponytail and wavering in the wind.