Arthur's presence and the second drawing directly pushed the salon atmosphere on the 'Oriental' to a whole new level.
Everyone was smiling.
And amid the laughter and joy, time always flies.
The moon unknowingly set.
The sun had already risen high.
Arthur stood on the deck of the top cabin, stretching lazily—he had just returned, and when he did, more than half of the guests in the banquet hall were already asleep.
Those who were awake were also struggling to stay awake.
And this was exactly what Arthur wanted.
He needed everything to seem reasonable.
The young spirit medium raised his hand and beckoned.
Immediately, Old John emerged from the shadows of the observation deck.
The chief sailor of the 'Oriental' respectfully bowed and saluted Arthur—
"Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, Old John.
I need you to tell Old Barry that I hope my guests can have a sound sleep.
Instead of setting off in the morning, we'll depart at noon.
