Marcus looked at the port in the distance and sighed in anticipation. Coming from behind him, Sasha chuckled. "So close to going to war, and you seem completely fine."
Without looking back, Marcus replied, "Why should I be nervous?"
"Don't you fear for your life? I know I sail."
"So why do it?" Marcus asked seriously, stunning Sasha. She only needs a second before answering.
"Because I enjoy it. The sea, whatever dangers are on it, is where you can find the most freedom."
"You want freedom. I want order. If the cost for that is fighting, so be it." Sasha blankly stared at him before looking at the coming port. Tapping his shoulder, she went back to the wheel to steer. They slowly docked the capital ship with more waiting behind them in the open sea.