Though this expedition was to unfamiliar, foreign waters, the Knights of the Round so acclaimed in Britain have no fear.
Even if the boundless oceans lay ahead of them, they had friends whom to recognize as worthy, praise, and compete with.
"Incidentally, Sir Lancelot, are you able to swim?"
"Of course. If I'm allowed to take off my armor, then I'll show you how I could swim across the Dover Strait. What about you, Sir Gawain?"
"I have not swam in the ocean before, but I am able to swim across a river in a storm."
".......Both of you appear to be quite skilled. Well, I however do not want to be wet, so I will only jump in when there is a lady drowning. On the other hand, the number one of the Round Table at swimming would be..."
"""Without a doubt, it's Sir Kay. That man has reached freakish levels!"""
The knights' laughter ring clear beneath the blue sky.
"Everyone. I apologize for interrupting your lively conversation, but do you understand your jobs as sailors?
Sir Lancelot, please fix the sails.
Sir Gawain, please prepare lunch.
As for Tristan, I have something to say to you regards to that thing you had smuggled in, so please report to the captain's room. (smile)"
"Oh, how sad......why does Sir Bedivere always see through that which I seek to hide?"