Destiny liked the ocean. She had never been, in all her sixy some years of living. She liked the feeling of the deck vibrating as the waves crashed against it and the rhythmic swaying under her feet. It reminded her of a dance she knew, long ago.

Aku did not seem to agree, from the way his knuckles blanched against the rope he curled around his hands. Destiny clucked at him.

“You’ve been around the world more than I have, friend! You should be used to it,” she said.

“The sea is not a friend,” he barked at her as Destiny leaned over the side to look into the water. “I’ll not come after you if you fall in!”