( he only slows down when can't hear the sounds of two sanjis schmoozing at once. it's enough to make him sick. it's shitty cook overload, and he has to leave before he loses his lunch over it.

it's true that he'd managed to get absurdly far. the way he wanders, it's something worth studying. in the blink of an eye, he can be halfway across an island in the wrong direction, and no one would be the wiser. )

What the hell are you talking about? You took forever because you can't follow simple landmarks. Don't put that on me.

( he took a perfectly acceptable photo of the ship and he won't be told otherwise.

when he looks around, he frowns. in truth, he was simply looking for a place to fight, a place with lots of room to struggle, and strain, and scream, but this being a city and all, places like that are in short order. it's all the more reason to get back home as soon as possible: he's not built for posh, big dress, wig-wearing city life.

but this place should be good enough. beyond the docks, the grassy area between the beach and the city, it works for him. he can see his ship in the near distance and he can see sand over his opposite shoulder. best of all, there are no people here on this path, so he doesn't need to worry about others getting in his way. )

...Once we start this, it won't end easily.

( 'you can still back out,' is what he means. )