The Three Wisemen

Legend spoke that wherever he appeared, hurricanes dissipated, the waves quelled, and the clouds made way for the sun to illuminate the world. A massive ship would rise from the bottom of the sea, blocking the sun, and encapsulating the world in its shadow. To those who have bore witness to this event revere him as the god of the sea, but very few have survived to tell the tale. People would boast these legends, as if they had witness it, as a means of obtaining respect among people. But, in actuality, there was only one man who could truthfully boast his encounter without arousing doubt, and he would yet again meet this god today. Hachiman, a man who resided in the sea, arrived to the destination relatively early; his crew were in a frenzy. Several of the younger crewmates scrambled anxiously, the screams of the head chef echoed throughout the ship, and the maids desperately scrubbed the floors. All while, their captain, slept quietly in his chair.

It was a scout that prompted him from his sleep with his excited wailing that a ship approached the destination. When Hachiman eventually gathered himself and came to, he immediately recognized the banner that the ship gallantly sailed under. His voice boomed, "Tell our chef that our guest is arriving fairly soon. He should start finalizing the meals, and bringing them out." One of the younger crewmater responded with a salute, and began on his way. He turned his attention to the scouts, "You can lower your guard some. We don't want our guest to think we're being hostile in any manner." The scouts reluctantly signaled the snipers to lower their weapons. Before he could turn to inform the maids of their next direction, he saw them placing the red carpet down, and preparing the tables. They were always the competent ones of the ship. He shifted his focus to the ship that steadily approached, awaiting their arrival.