The couple of Lone and Soph spent the next two weeks on that beach in peace.

Unfortunately for Lone, creating a boat that could brave an ocean was not a simple thing to do, neither was creating a functioning compass. He really regretted becoming a teacher and not an engineer or a scientist. He knew that if he wanted stuff like this to get any quicker and easier in the future, there were only three ways.

First, simply study everything material. This was probably going to be a struggle considering that this world had magic and a lot of fantasy elements to it, so Lone wasn't very hopeful when it came to the research of compound minerals and the basic elements.

His second option was very similar to his third. Option two was to increase his mana point reserves enough to make the needed mana for item creation negligible. Option three was to find a device that stored mana. If no such device existed, then he simply needed to create one... somehow.

Naturally, Lone vowed to do all three.

Soph ran around the deck of the small two-person ship that Lone had spent a week and a half on. It looked nothing like anything in Lone's memories, and perhaps that was due to him constantly imagining a boat perfect for the ocean in front of him. Regardless, it looked elegant and more than sea-worthy.

Something of note was that he was able to store it in his Dimensional Storage despite its large size. Lone wanted to test the limits of that particular unique skill one day.

"Hey!" Lone yelled as he walked up the ship's ramp. "Don't drop the compass! It was a bastard to make! I don't wanna make another one if I can afford not to, so don't let it fall into the water."

Soph turned to look at him and stuck her tongue out playfully. "I won't. I'm not clumsy."

On the topic of their... night activities, once again, they had stagnated. Of course, Lone wasn't one to say no to a good tuggy, and Soph was happy that she'd finally gotten used to the experience of climaxing, but again, their own awkwardness was acting as a wedge between them and the next step.

Lone knew this and he was determined to fix it by himself this time instead of relying on the ever-helpful Sophie.

He walked up to Soph and wrapped his arms around her, resting them on her belly. "Still," he kissed her neck as he said, "be careful, okay? I'm trusting you with it, Miss Navigator."

Soph's cheeks flushed as a big smile surfaced on her face. "Aye, aye, Captain Lone."

Lone nodded three times. "Yup. It doesn't get any less cute." He kissed her head softly. "Well, I think it's time we set sail now. Don't you?"

Soph was hesitant to leave her fun and quiet life with him on this island, but if he really wanted to leave, then she wouldn't stand in his way. "Mmm. I'm ready."

"Okay. I'm gonna try something real quick then I'll push the ship into the sea. Stay here, okay? You can watch me if you'd like," Lone said.

"Okay," she happily replied.

Lone left the ship and walked up to the no-longer-hidden fort that they'd been living in for almost a year now. "You never got to kill any gobs with your traps, did you?" he asked the lifeless stone walls as he placed a hand on them. "Well, let's see if we can take you with us, shall we?"

And like that, Lone used his Dimensional Storage on the large building that had grown big enough to house nine people thanks to the month that the elves were its guests.

Soph gasped with astonishment as she watched the sand fold in on itself when the fort disappeared like an elaborate magic trick.

Lone looked between his hand and the settling sand a few times before he smirked dangerously. "This could be a powerful weapon... Hmm..."

With that alarming thought in his mind, Lone returned to the ship and easily pushed it into the water with his stats. After that, he leapt up onto the deck and began unfurling the sails. "Miss Navigator! Set a course due east!"

"Aye, aye, Captain Lone!" Soph shouted back as she moved the ship's wheel with ease. She was unable to describe how good it felt to actually be useful to Lone for once, even if he was in total control and was just enabling her to be useful. Regardless of that, it still felt good and made a fuzzy sensation spread throughout her chest.

A sudden whizzing noise pierced their ears before it stopped and was replaced by the sound of metal penetrating wood. Lone looked at the mast only to find an arrow in it with a piece of paper attached to its shaft.

"A letter? From the elves?" he mumbled as he pulled the arrow out, fixed the mast with his Creation Magic, and then untied the paper.

'To our eternal friends, Lone and Sophie.

We have no way to repay you for your kindness, that much is true, but please, do not leave thinking that your actions go unappreciated.

If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

We, the exiles of the western world tree, thank you for returning our kin and for slaying the monsters that plagued us for years.

I have no idea how you were successful in either of these things, but I can only find myself believing the legends of the Golden Foxkin.

I know this is a weak and almost empty promise, but we swear to aid you in any way that we can in the future. Our lives are yours.

I, on behalf of my clan, swear on the Primals that we will never forget what you have done for us until our very last breath.

Yours sincerely,

Chief Rewal'eh'

Lone's first thought upon reading this was 'so our understanding of their language also applies to written forms?' before he found himself smiling from ear to ear. "I guess they were good people, huh?"

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Four days passed like that. Thankfully, the seas were kind to the two drifting souls. They spent most of their time playing board games since there was no reason at all to fish, and the wind carried them most of the time.

So far, this voyage had only further illustrated how incredibly lucky Soph was. Out of the different forty board-games that they'd played, Lone had only won a total of two, and these two were entirely logic focused games. Also, the fact that the wind only ever blew east or was still couldn't have been a coincidence.

Right now, Lone was laying down on the deck in a sunbathing chair while he wore nothing but a pair of swimming trunks and some sunglasses. The glasses were not cheap mana-wise, but Lone thought of them as worth every single point of mana.

Soph was happily humming a pirate song Lone had taught her as she stood at the wheel, ready to adjust it if needed. As it turned out, Soph was very good at sailing. She had even earned a skill for it: Sailing mastery. Lone absolutely refused to even attempt to control the ship so as to not steal the girl's thunder after he found out she'd gotten a new skill.

Suddenly, the girl's cute little forehead creased. "Lone!" she yelled to grab the man's attention.

"What's up?" he yelled back lazily.

"I can sense a small boat just behind us. You can probably see it. There's only one person on it... A woman?" Soph claimed.

Lone shot up onto his feet and quickly put his Hawaiian shirt on without bothering to button it up. He walked up to the stern's rear-facing railing, and sure enough, there was a woman roughly one-hundred and fifty meters away from them casually rowing in their direction.

Her boat looked almost like a wooden plank. Were it not for the small lip on all four sides of this plank and the sheer exquisiteness of it and her oar, Lone might have thought that she was a shipwreck victim.

"Just like we planned, Soph. You play the mute master while I play the stand-in slave. Got it?" From what he had heard from the elves, this was the safest approach when it came to humans.

Of course, from this angle, Lone and Soph could only see the woman's back which was covered by her long purple hair so it wasn't certain if she was a human or not, but it was better to play it safe rather than to end up sorry later on.

Soph nodded and gulped. She was ready.

Two minutes passed before the woman was finally alongside their ship. Looking at her face, Lone realised that her skin was pure green and she had a somewhat... round face. "A frog person?"

"Hahaha, nice to meet you too," she said as she placed her oar on her lap and smiled sweetly at both Lone and Soph in turn. "No, I'm not a 'frog person'. My kind are long gone from this place, but we were once known as 'The Guiders'. You can call me Snapper."

"Lone," he said as he pointed to himself and "Soph," as he gestured to his short companion. "Um, nice to meet you, Snapper?"

"Isn't it just?" Her smiled deepened as she subconsciously snapped at the air with her fingers. "Oops. I should get going soon. Anyway, I came to tell you that you're heading straight for the Fallen Sea. A big ol' beasty lives there. Nasty fella. So if you're looking for Teresta - the main continent of Altros - sail north from here for two days. You should find a quaint little human kingdom called Milindo. Nice place for a short visit."

"I see?" Lone replied with confusion in his tone.

"I'm glad you do. It'd be a waste of those charming golden eyes of yours if you couldn't. Ah, no offence intended to the lovely little girl with the green eyes. They're beautiful." With that said, the woman picked up her oar again and gleefully rowed away.

Lone and Soph just stood there like lemons. "Hey, Soph."

"Yeah?" she replied.

"Your eyes are grey, right? Not green?" he asked.

"Yeah... They were green before I went blind though," Soph answered.

Lone frowned. "How the hell did she know they were green? A good guess? A power? Magic? I bet it was magic, wasn't it?! So many questions!"

In the end, the two decided to change course and headed north. They had nothing to lose, after all, even if Lone did feel a bit uncomfortable trusting a stranger. Particularly one so... odd.

A few hours later, Lone scratched his head in frustration. "Arg, dammit! I was gonna wait until I had more mana to fuck around with this stuff but screw it. I'm getting all antsy about magic after that 'Snapper' woman," he mumbled, eliciting a quiet 'potty mouth' from Soph.

"System, show me my magic affinity sheet, please," Lone asked out loud instead of internally. Instantly, his vision was blocked by a large blue screen.

Lone Immortus' Magic Affinity Sheet Magic Type Affinity Illusion 100% Fire 100% Water 100% Lightning 100% Air 100% Earth 100%

"Now that definitely isn't normal. If 100% was the norm, then why the fuck would there even be an affinity sheet? No. That makes sense. To see if you can do that magic or not, but the percentage wouldn't make any sense." Lone held his chin as he flopped down on to the deck and crossed his legs. "Now, which do I specialise in? I don't have the mana to play with all of them... Hmm..."

Soph smiled wryly when she heard Sophie shout in her mind. 'Let us take control! He's talking to himself again! We must hit him and show him that isn't normal!' Soph looked up into the sky. 'I'm not much different. I'm talking to myself right now, aren't I? Please leave Lone alone. He looks like he's having fun... Don't you like it when he's having fun as well?' A short cough followed Soph's words. 'W-We don't hate it...'