A few minutes later, Solitude.
Two identical-looking old men were running through the hallway of the cabin. They were headed to the main deck of the ship. One carried an annoyed expression on his face and the other was quite casual.
The grumpy old man mumbled while scratching his head:
"Why did those brats jump down to the sea? Now we have to go fetch them."
The other old man spoke with a grin:
"Come one, Angry. Give me a smile. It's not good for ye heart to be angry all the time, ye know."
Angry glared at the white hair old man next to him and said:
"Easy for ye to say, Happy."
He paused for a second, then changed the topic.
"Nonsense things aside, that lad and those lasses have jumped down the sea. It's been quite a while and they haven't come back. We need to go drag them out in case something happens!"