Doctor, since you've decided to join our voyage, you'll need to contribute. Think you can handle steering the ship? Here's the wheel: turn right to go right, turn left to go left. Clear? Very good. Let's set sail. Joking? No, I'm dead serious.

Here's your hammock, Doctor. The seas have been gentle these past two days, rocking like a cradle. But when the wind rises and waves swell, sleep won't come so easily. So I've brought you this bucket, use it if seasickness strikes. Just be sure to aim well; our cleaning crew won't take kindly to a messy deck.

Doctor, I'll be occupied with my alchemical research. Can you helm the ship in my absence? No, not a word to the crew. My last experiment, while successful in improving engine efficiency, left our hull compromised. The crew wasn't pleased. At the celebration banquet that followed... They voted to hang me from the mast the entire night.

These silvery liquid orbs, 'Corazonix', now form my right arm. They convey to me the movement of all things: the wind, the waves, fin-schools... and even the subtle currents of blood within the human body. That sensation... is as if I am merging with the very pulse of all existence.

People forge connections by accepting fragments of others into themselves. That's what my maestro once said. He came from the Church of the Deep, so I initially misinterpreted his words. But in truth, his meaning was profound: we enter life as hollow vessels; we are incomplete until shaped by communication and shared understanding.

In the past, I could only answer your questions about Iberia through second-hand stories. The glory of its past and the desolation of its present have never stirred any sense of belonging in me—Rather, its future is what I yearn to shape. With this ship as my lodestar, I shall forge my own narrative for Iberia.

We're about to run out of provisions, so I'm taking the dinghy out to go fincatching. Care to join me, Doctor? Use a fishing rod? No, too inefficient. It's better to dive straight into the ocean, and hurl fins aboard with Destreza. Not a swing wasted.

The ship's now entering the eye of the storm! Hard to port! Steady, sailors! Don't panic, Doctor. I hold these raging tides in the palm of my hand. I promise you won't be swept overboard. Oh, sorry. Didn't expect you to get all soaked…

Oh, Doctor. How did you find this sanctuary? Me...? When the crew gets too rowdy, I retreat here for some peace and quiet. Isn't it strange? Out here, where the only sound is the wind and the waves, I somehow hear the echoes of voices from Rhodes Island.

Asleep already? I never expected you to adapt to the rocking waves so quickly... Though, I've heard that people find rest where they feel secure.

Doctor, welcome to la Cuna de Nene. I... am her captain. Ahem... The name wasn't my idea. We let the First Mate's pet draw name stripes.

Is this footage from my previous missions? You actually brought it aboard... That move was full of openings. It clearly wasn't properly calculated.

A gift to celebrate my promotion to captain? That happened a long time ago, though. Why bring it up now, Doctor?

Congratulations, Doctor. In recognition of your exceptional service aboard, and the profound bond you've forged with the First Mate's pet, the crew and I have voted unanimously to promote you to the distinguished rank of Senior Groomer.

Doctor, take the helm for now. This will be a tough battle, and my crew needs me to fight shoulder-to-shoulder with them.

Give me your orders like before, Doctor. I will follow them.

Hoist the flag, sailors! Tell the enemies, we are here.

Starboard stern, batteries ready! All hands, prepare to fire!

I can hold here myself. I know what to do.

Please help me, Doctor.

Once the wind fills our sails, it's time to act.

I hear the waves drumming against the hull. They herald our victory.

Probes, functional. Corazonix... Good to go.

Clear images... Hmph, check the data.

Not bad... Reasonable data. Try processing it.

Is it correct? Or not quite... Whatever, let's have a go.

A truly resounding victory. Let us bask in the cheers of this moment.

What we just encountered is but a minor hiccup before lengthy voyage. Cheer up, Doctor. Far greater trials await us ahead.

There's no need to pursue a spent force. Let's return to the ship.

Turn downwind and set full sail! We must get clear of this region immediately!

Why the surprised look? Even a captain isn't exempt from cleaning duties. Could you pass me the mop? I need to finish before dark. Thanks, Doctor.

They sense you coming, Doctor.

My braid's come undone, will you help me?

Arknights.

Seeing how ecstatic the crew is tonight, I doubt the rum in our hold will last through the night. Oh, I must remind you, Doctor. When the revelry begins, keep clear of the railings. We can't risk a tipsy Doctor going overboard. Ah, why am I even concerned...? Ahem, just, uh, trust me on this one.

Hello, Doctor. We are sailing towards the rising sun.

Today's your birthday, Doctor? After drifting on the seas for so long, my chronometer might be a bit fuzzy, despite my best efforts to keep it calibrated. Ah, look, migrating fins swimming beneath our hull... Fascinating, isn't it? Individually distinct, yet moving in such sublime harmony.

Back then, Doctor, I was still aboard YOUR ship... I once considered dropping the anchor, ending my life of wandering, to settle on Rhodes Island. But no one can stay in one place forever, and every journey has its end. What truly matters is that we have each other in this moment.