“... Oooohhh...”
Maya slowly stood up, lightly brushing the sleep from her eyes.
“... I feel like I slept on a rock...”
Slowly, she stood up, feeling the weight of her yutaka pulling her down. ... More than usual.
“... Hm?”
Maya looked at her robes... wet. Completely wet.
“... Huh...?!”
She could only thank God that her robes were pretty thick, as she began to examine her surroundings.
“... Trees... sand... sky...”
“Is this... an island...?!”
She hoped not. She had just gotten here, and had no memory of being on a ship... and more importantly... ... Pearly.
With that thought alone, she began to loook around the island, fearfully. More than anything, Peary’s life was on the line. If she’d drowned or something however they’d gotten here.
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