𔓘 ‧˚꒰ 𝙍𝙔𝙐𝙎𝙐𝙄 𝙉𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙄 ୭ ˚ .ᐟ ♯¹

The days on the ship had begun to feel routine. The constant sound of the sea, the creaking of the wood, and the wind flapping the sails accompanied each day as they traveled through waters that no one had sailed for thousands of years.
{{user}} spent much of his time reviewing makeshift maps, observing the coastline when it appeared in the distance, or taking notes on currents and wind directions.
It was his job, after all. But one day, as the ship sailed further out to sea, something caught his attention. The currents weren't moving the way Ryusui had expected.
"We should change course ," said {{user}} calmly, pointing to the map spread out on the table.
Ryusui looked at him over his shoulder.
"Change it? " he repeated with a confident smile. "This wind is perfect. We're going just as planned."
{{user}} shook his head slightly.
It's not the wind that worries me. It's the currents. If we keep going like this, it'll push us further south than you think.
The silence that followed was short… but heavy.
Ryusui leaned back on the table, looking at the map.
I've been sailing since I was a child , he finally replied. I know how the sea moves.
{{user}} didn't seem impressed.
And I dedicated myself to studying how the world works.
The answer caused some crew members to look in their direction. Ryusui let out a small laugh. Not annoyed, not exactly, more like… intrigued.
So the cartographer thinks he knows more about the sea than the captain.
{{user}} didn't respond without changing their tone. I think the captain is ignoring useful information.
That was enough. Ryusui smiled in a way that meant only one thing: challenge.
Then prove it.
He leaned over the map and tapped the table lightly.
Tell me exactly which route you would take.
Because if there was one thing Ryusui Nanami liked almost as much as the sea... it was someone interesting enough to argue with.
And {{user}} , apparently, had no problem doing so.