https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMRr7O2ineAOnce everyone is loaded up and the luggage is triple-checked, Set pronounces that your voyage to the east has officially begun!
After some hasty discussion, everyone agrees that it’d be best to start Jack’s motherland of England.
Considering that a big reason that you agreed to this trip was to give him a proper send-off, it feels like the most rational place to start.
The drive to the port doesn’t take too long, even with Gotham traffic.
To your surprise, Set managed to book a short-notice posting on a heavy-duty LexCorp cargo ships, one of the colossal haulers that drift in and out with clockwork precision. The tub is named the White Portuguese, and it looks like it’s been in operation for decades. So long as it doesn’t sink, you don’t particularly care if it has a bit of rust, that means its got character.
The sailors are polite enough, but keep their distance and regard you with a wary indifference that you can’t quite blame them for. They keep an understated eye on your movements, likely to make sure that you aren’t planning to orchestrate an armed takeover or something equally violent.
Again, it’s not something that has you overly miffed, especially given the fact that you were strongly tempted to case the ship a bit in case you ever needed to raid one of these behemoths.
Considering that your band of miscreants is a strange one even by Gotham standards, you’re just happy they didn’t throw you in a cargo hold somewhere and bolt the door shut. Not that it would’ve stopped anyone, but it’s the thought that counts.
The boat cruises lazily through the murky chop of the old blue, bound for Southampton in about a week. It’s apparently where a hub of some kind for cross-Atlantic traffic, but you ended up tuning out most of the finer details.
Something tells you that Set could’ve probably finagled a more time-efficient way across the pond, but you know him well enough that there’s no point in badgering him about it.
He’d probably just say something about you being a buzzkill and that “getting there instantly would take all the fun out of it!”.
And honestly, Set’d be right.
There’s something comforting about having no time pressures weighing down on your mind, being free to just unwind and let somebody else drive things for a while. You’ve spent the last few days getting your sea legs, chilling, and taking in some sun.
Unconsciously, you begin to fiddle in your pocket for a pack of smokes, before you force yourself to stop and just enjoy the smell of the sea and the breeze drifting over the crosswinds.
You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there when Bobo joins you, content to just bask in the warmth of the sun’s rays and pretend that everything is right with the world.
He climbs up on the rail and watches the rollicking waves before abruptly breaking the silence.
