Ambrogio had been feeling weird for quite some time now. He was the one who said that he had no drive and passion and yet something seemed to be bound to him and he didn't know what it was. He felt as if he still had something to achieve; he just didn't know what that was.
On the other hand, Tanya, who was motivated as heck, was really, willing and able to get to the shores and just get to Hades.
"When are we reaching?" Tanya looked at the captain anxiously and asked.
"Well, if you were to be patient for a few minutes, then maybe, yes." The captain replied.
"Huh? What is that logic now? Are the tides moving along with my patience and anxiety? That doesn't make sense now, does it?" She asked.
"I mean, maybe the tides aren't, but I sure am. Had you been patient for the past few seconds, we would've reached the shore a few minutes earlier than expected time, you get me?" He asked back.