The Leisurely Lord of Flames
Percival and the crew help a little girl find her parents and resolve other resort side predicaments that pop up along the way. Later, (Captain) teases Percival about mumbling in his sleep, forcing him to admit aloud what he'd only been voicing in his dreams.
With some recreation and relaxation long overdue, (Captain) and crew arrive at the Venera Beach resort area in Auguste.
Earlier, (Captain) had gone to Percival's room to invite him to the beach.
Percival: Humph. I don't mind in the least if my vassals wish to let loose a little.
Percival: However, I've no time for dilly-dallying around a beach.
Vyrn: Boy, I should've guessed you'd be a party pooper.
Lyria: Hm, I wonder if we can convince him to come somehow.
With arms folded, (Captain) tries giving Percival a serious guilt trip.
Choose: Everyone needs a vacation!
- Everyone needs a vacation!
- You've gotta experience things!
- We can recruit some vassals!
- We might run into some goons!
Percival: A vacation? But I'm neither tired nor stressed!
Vyrn: Knowing how often you get worked up, are you sure about that?
Lyria: As your vassal, I'm worried about your health!
Percival: Hm, it's difficult to refuse now considering your concern.
Percival: Fine. I'll go along with you, but only to survey the beach.Choose: You've gotta experience things!
Vyrn: Seeing all sorts of things'll come in handy when you build your country!
Percival: Hm, it would seem my vassals have a point.
Percival: The people of my nation shall be fluent in arts and entertainment. And I must learn more to set an example.
Lyria: You said it! And we'd be thrilled if you'd come with us to the beach!
Percival: Fine. I'll go along with you, but only to survey the beach.Choose: We can recruit some vassals!
Vyrn: Yep! You'll need some good vassals to help build your country!
Percival: But I doubt we'll find talent like (Captain).
Lyria: We won't know till we try! Please give us a chance to find new vassals to join you!
Percival: New vassals, eh? You've got a point. I can't keep working the three of you forever.
Percival: Fine. I'll go along with you, but only to survey the beach.Choose: We might run into some goons!
Percival: Hm... Wait, what'd you say?
Vyrn: Ah, well it's a crowded beach, you know. There's bound to be some trouble.
Percival: You mean the resort is unsafe?
Lyria: I'm sure it's safe! Most of the time...
Vyrn: Still, we could sure use Percival at a time like this.
Lyria: It'd be a lot less dangerous.
(Captain), Vyrn, and Lyria nod and wink knowingly at each other.
Percival: Hm, although I wouldn't normally be worried, what with (Captain)'s fighting skills...
Percival: Fine. I'll go along with you, but only to survey the beach.Continue 1
Vyrn: (Oh boy, it took him long enough!)
Lyria: (Yep! But we did it, (Captain).)
Percival: Hm? What are you mumbling about? I'm off to prepare. Be sure to lead the way afterward!
And so, (Captain) and the crew head straight to Auguste.
The crew waits for Percival at Sierokarte's beach house.
Vyrn: Hey, what's taking him so long?
Lyria: He's pretty late. Should I go back and check the airship?
Percival's Voice: Sorry for the wait.
Percival's slick summer style leaves the gang speechless.
Vyrn: He's gone all out for this!
Percival: Well, it's the most suitable attire for the beach.
Lyria: Ha-ha! It's great! So let's get going!
(Captain) and the gang shout and romp along the shore.
But Percival reclines in a beach chair in the shade and begins to read.
Vyrn: Hey, I thought you'd be hanging with us!
Lyria: Sorry, but can I ask what you're reading?
Percival: Hm? It's a book I need to read before surveying this area.
Percival: I started reading it on the way here, so I'm just finishing it up.
Recognizing a lost cause, (Captain) leaves Percival alone with his book.
After some time, the gang heads back to the beach house when they hear a young girl crying.
Percival: If this keeps up, I'll never get this reading done.
Everyone rushes over to the girl, but Percival reaches her first.
Percival: Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?
Little Girl: Waaah!
Percival: Hold on. Just calm down a second. Are you lost?
Little Girl: Waah!
(Captain) can't bear the sight of a crying child and tries to calm the little girl who sobs between words.
Little Girl: I can't... find my... papa... and mama...
The girl seems to have lost sight of her parents on the busy beach.
Percival: I've assessed the situation. We just need to find your parents, right?
Little Girl: Y-yeah.
Percival: (Captain), you stay and watch her.
Vyrn: Wait! You're gonna look all by yourself?
Percival: Of course. They'll be easy to find since they're surely searching for their kid.
Percival: I don't know what they look like, but I'm sure I can spot them.
Percival: Besides, it'll be smarter to keep her here while I search.
Percival turns to leave, but the little girl tugs on his shirt.
Percival: What is it? What's wrong now?
Little Girl: I wanna... go with you.
Gazing up at Percival, the little girl tries her best to muster up a determined face.
Percival: Fine. But if she's coming, then you're all coming along.
Lyria: Of course! We'll help you find them!
Vyrn: Yeah! You'll be back to your book in no time!
Percival: Humph, it doesn't matter. I'll just begin my surveying ahead of time.
Now, my vassals, let's go!
With some clues from the little girl, (Captain) and the crew begin searching the tourist-flooded coast.
Percival: This place is more packed than I imagined. Stay close, my vassals, and don't get lost!
Lyria: Yes sir! We won't lose you! You stand out too much!
With the little girl in tow, Percival leads the way through the crowd. Suddenly, they hear people screaming.
Percival: What is it now?
The crew hurries toward the no-swimming area of the beach to find a young man on the verge of drowning.
Percival: Tch, if we don't do something about this, I'll feel guilty later.
Percival: (Captain), find a life preserver! Vyrn and Lyria! Find a lifeguard! And don't do anything rash!
Percival dives into the water without missing a beat. In perfect form, he swims to the young man.
Young Man: Help! Help me!
Percival: Sorry, but I'll need you to be still.
Knowledgable about water rescue, Percival secures the man onto his back and begins swimming toward the shore.
This is getting tough.
Just then, (Captain) appears and throws a life preserver into the water.
Vyrn and Lyria return just in time with a lifeguard.
Percival: Ha. I knew I could count on my vassals.
Having survived the ordeal, the young man thanks the crew.
Young Man: Thank you so much for rescuing me.
Percival: Can't you read the signs here? They say no swimming.
Young Man: S-sorry...
Percival: Humph. Don't waste the precious life you've been given. Be more careful.
Young Man: I will! I don't know how to repay you.
Percival: That's unnecessary. Just promise to save someone else in the future.
Young Man: Yes sir! You have my word!
The young man stares in awe as Percival strides away gallantly into the sun.
Young Man: (I forgot to ask his name...)
The crew sets off again to find the missing couple when they hear a shouting match nearby.
Percival: Gimme a break. Just one after another.
(Captain), look after the girl!
Vyrn: Ah, he's always sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.
Lyria: Ha-ha! Even on vacation, there's no changing Percival.
Little Girl: Percival?
Lyria: Yep! He looks a little scary at first, but he's really a nice guy!
Little Girl: Yeah.
The crew decides to catch up to Percival. They run toward the shouting to find a ruffian and an old man arguing before a food stall.
The ruffian grabs the old man by the arm as a crowd looks on.
Percival: Wait. Tell me what's going on here.
Ruffian: Huh? Who are you?
Old Man: Oh thank goodness! Hurry and get this bully away from me!
Percival: Enough already. Just tell me what's going on.
Percival's authoritative tone compels the two men to calm down enough to speak.
Both men claim to have paid the rental fee for the stall, and that the other is a liar.
Percival: Hm, I see the problem. But I've no way of proving who's right.
Old Man: What?
Ruffian: Then don't go stickin' your nose in other people's business!
Percival: Now hold on. I do know that one of you is lying.
Percival: Tell me old man—or should I say, not-so-old man? Why are you wearing a disguise?
Old Man: What? What are you talking about?
Percival: Humph, keeping up the act, eh? But something's off about your voice.
With a smirk on his face, Percival swings his sword and sheathes it again in the blink of an eye.
Old Man: Aah!
Percival: Don't worry. I've only stripped you of your lies.
With the elderly disguise shredded, a much younger man is revealed.
Con Man: Curses!
Percival: Don't be a sore loser.
The con man tries to escape, but (Captain) grabs hold of him with ease.
Percival: Nothing gets past you, (Captain)!
Ruffian: Just who are you people anyway?
I'll go get Siero, so keep an eye on this guy, will ya?
When Sierokarte comes over, it's discovered that the con man had never requested a stall rental.
Patrolmen arrive and upon further investigation, it's revealed that the con man has been recently thieving in the area disguised as an elderly man.
A throng of people gathers around the crew, whose reputation is growing. Percival sees an opportunity.
Percival: Listen up, all of you.
Is there anyone here who's seen this little girl's parents?
Pointing to the girl, Percival canvasses the crowd of tourists.
Island Local: Hm? What little girl? Where?
The girl is too short to be seen. (Captain) suggests putting her on Percival's shoulders.
Percival: Whoa, wait just a minute, (Captain)! What if she starts bawling again?
Unafraid, the girl steps toward Percival.
Little Girl: Percival...
Percival: Fine. Up we go.
Percival sits the little girl on his shoulders, gaining the crowd's attention.
Island Local: Now that you mention it, I saw a couple over by the rocky stretch who said they were looking for a little girl.
Percival: You! Can you lead us there right now?
The crew arrives at the rocky stretch, but there's no sign of anyone.
Vyrn: Hm, looks like there's nobody here.
Lyria: Oh dear, I wonder where they went.
Little Girl: Papa...
Percival is deep in thought, but suddenly he has an idea.
Percival: Hey, are you a local?
Island Local: Ah, yes. I fish in these waters for a living.
Percival: Is there a place you can't get to by foot because of the incoming tide?
Island Local: Huh? When the tide rises... Oh, yes! There's a cave!
Percival: Then get us a boat immediately and we'll form a search party. There's not a moment to lose!
And so, under Percival's command, (Captain) and the crew begin the search for the little girl's parents.
Percival's hunch is on the mark, and they find her parents in the cave. They'd fled inside to escape the rising tide.
The mother attends the father, who's suffered a leg injury. Both are dehydrated, but their lives are not in danger.
Percival receives much praise and thanks, but he returns to the beach house in a haste.
Percival: Unbelievable. It's been such a hectic day.
Vyrn: Yeah, a lot sure happened today.
Lyria: You said it. We've worn ourselves out.
Percival: Indeed! My vassals have worked hard today. Be sure to rest yourselves.
(Captain) smiles back at Percival, and then gazes at the child on his back.
Lyria: Ha-ha! She's really warmed up to him.
Vyrn: Yep! All she did was cry at first!
The little girl sleeps soundly as she clings to Percival's back.
The crew had agreed to look after her at the beach house while her parents recover at the hospital.
Percival: (Captain), will you take her for me?
(Captain) takes the little girl from Percival and holds her.
Lyria: Percival, you're going to make a great father!
Vyrn: Yeah! You're a natural!
(Captain) and company begin teasing Percival in baby-talk.
Percival: Hey, cut it out with the jokes.
Percival: I'm going to finish reading in my room. All of you should get to sleep.
Vyrn: Sir, yes sir.
I guess we'd better go.
Lyria: (Captain), I'll take care of her for you!
Lyria takes the girl from (Captain) and into her arms.
Lyria: Good night!
Vyrn: See you tomorrow!
(Captain) says good night to the two of them and heads for the kitchen.
After making some warm tea, (Captain) carries it to Percival's room.
(Captain) walks over to Percival.
Percival: After all...
Percival, with book still in hand, mumbles softly in his sleep.
Sensing a blanket placed over his shoulders, Percival opens his eyes.
Percival: Hm? Oh, it's you, (Captain).
Percival: Sorry. I must've fallen asleep.
While pouring the tea, (Captain) decides to poke a little fun at Percival.
Percival: What? I was talking about you in my sleep?
(Captain) repeats a bit of Percival's mumbling to see if he remembers.
Percival: Humph. Of course I remember.
(Captain), after all's said and done, there's no man more worthy of my covenant than you.
(Captain), after all's said and done, there's no woman more worthy of my covenant than you.
Percival: I want you to stay by my side.
Percival: Or something like that, is what I meant.
Feeling slightly flustered by such praise from Percival, (Captain) hastily mumbles good night before hurrying out the door.
Percival: Hm, out the door before we had any tea. What was that all about?
Percival tilts his head as he puzzles over (Captain)'s sudden strange behavior.
Percival: It's been a long day today. I'd better call it a night.
And so, Percival's hectic day on the beach comes to an end.
But word spreads of his deeds, and requests for help come pouring in.
In the end, Percival and the crew's relaxing vacation has turned into a working holiday.
Percival's peaceful afternoon is interrupted by a group of fishermen with a desperate request. To discover the cause of the fall in abalone, the crew goes out to sea and is attacked by a marmok.
Percival eyes the heaving, stormy sea.
The fishing boat sails forward, stirring up the white waves.
Percival: Humph. You must've been pretty bored to have come along with me on this.
Percival: Hm? What's wrong, (Captain)? You're looking sort of pale.
The boat rolls sharply as it's tossed about by the waves.
It all started several hours before...
Reclining in a beach chair, Percival pores over a book about oceanography.
Percival is spending a splendid afternoon in peace when a drove of fishermen interrupt his solitude.
Local Fisherman: Hey, uh, are you the guy who'll help anybody? Percival the Problem-patcher?
Percival: I don't recall ever having a nickname like that.
Local Fisherman: But you've got the fiery-red hair and everything!
Percival: Yes, yes, I'm Percival. What do you want?
The fishermen explain that the supply of abalone is falling, and hope that Percival will investigate the cause.
Percival: Hm, you mean that high-priced shellfish that's hauled in from the ocean?
Local Fisherman: You've heard of abalone?
Percival: Why yes. I was reading up on it in this oceanography book just now.
Local Fisherman: Then that saves us some time! We're beggin' you! Is there anything you could do to help? We're at our wits end.
Percival meets the looks of desperation with his own look of sincerity.
Percival: Ah well. It's a king's duty to guide troubled citizens after all.
Local Fisherman: You'll help us?
Percival: Yes. But only because I'm interested in some field research.
Local Fisherman: Thank you! The Fisherman's Guild is grateful to you!
Vyrn: Oh boy. Percival's gone and gotten himself into another mess.
Lyria: Then we'll help him out. Right, (Captain)?
(Captain) can only sigh and smile at trouble-magnet Percival.
Percival: I can handle this on my own. I agreed to it, so you vassals stay here and relax.
Percival: Now let's go, fishermen. You lead the way.
The boat rocks sharply. (Captain) is thrown off balance but Percival is there to make the save.
Percival: Hey, (Captain). Are you feeling all right?
Percival: If you're seasick, look out at the horizon.
Suddenly, the boat shudders again with a jerk.
Percival: What was that?
Local Fisherman: It's a marmok!
A giant sea creature begins to attack the panicking fishermen on the deck.
Percival: So this is a marmok? Have we entered its territory without knowing?
Local Fisherman: Marmoks weren't this violent before, but lately they've been attacking fishing boats!
The marmok seems to have targeted (Captain) and the crew and begins to charge toward them.
Percival: Tch, I'll handle this!
Percival: (Captain), you take care of the injured!
Summer's Promise: Scene 2
Percival subdues the marmok and gains its trust. The crew decides to head back to the island to treat the marmok, but giant crabs appear to block their path.
Percival blocks the rampaging marmok in one clean stroke.
Percival: Not bad.
With a sly grin, Percival closes the distance between him and the marmok.
Local Fisherman: Percival! You can't just waltz up to that thing and kill it!
Percival: I know. I wasn't going to kill it anyway.
Percival calmly walks up to the menacing marmok.
Percival: We're sorry. We trespassed into your territory, but please forgive us.
Vyrn: Hold on, Percival! If you get any closer you'll get hurt!
Percival: It's all right. It's telling me that it doesn't see us as enemies.
Percival gently lays down his weapon on the deck so as not to startle the marmok.
Percival: I've surrendered my weapon. So could you cease your anger?
The marmok refuses to stand down, but Percival reaches out his hand.
The marmok sinks its sharp fangs into Percival's hand.
Percival: Humph. Don't worry, I won't hurt you.
Fresh blood begins to trickle down his hand.
Marmok: Ggg... groar!
Percival: Everyone was causing a fuss and it got you all worked up, huh?
Percival: Then let's call it a draw.
Percival: I guarantee your safety. Trust me.
Percival's message seems to have reached the marmok, and it begins to lick the wound on his hand.
Marmok: Koo koo... Koo koo...
Percival: Is that so? You'll forgive us?
Local Fisherman: What's this? A marmok warming up to a human?
Vyrn: Is that strange?
Local Fisherman: Indeed. All the fishermen around these parts make sure to keep their distance with the marmok.
Lyria: For now, we need to treat Percival and the marmok!
After securing the marmok, the crew decides to return to the port and form a plan.
But giant crabs appear and block their path.
Local Fisherman: Why're these crabs showing up all of a sudden!
Local Fisherman: (Captain)! Could you take care of these real quick for us?
Vyrn: You got it!
Hey, Percival! This time, you relax and leave it to us!
Percival: Humph. No need for that. It's only a scratch.
Percival: Now move. You're in my way.
Summer's Promise: Scene 3
At the beach house, Percival reads up on marmoks. On a sneaking suspicion, he leads the crew and the fisherman out to sea that night where they find a ship of poachers.
Lyria: Mokky! Mokky! It's dinner time!
Marmok: Koo koo! Koo koo koo!
(Captain) and the crew are keeping the marmok at the beach house.
Lyria enjoys taking care of the sea creature, and has even given it a name.
Lyria: Wow! Come look, (Captain)!
Lyria: Mokky cracked a shell open with a rock to eat it! Look how cute it is!
Vyrn: Oh boy.
That thing isn't a pet, you know.
Just then, Percival comes in to check on the marmok.
Percival: Vyrn's right. We're going to return it to the ocean eventually.
Percival: If you get too friendly, it won't be good for either of you.
Lyria: Sorry. Mokky's just so cute though.
Percival: I know how you feel, Lyria. But you've got to think about what's best for the marmok.
Lyria: I see. I'll be more careful from now on.
Percival: All right. You keep taking good care of it.
Lyria: I will! Leave it to me!
With a satisfied smile, Percival returns to his room to read up on marmoks.
Percival: Classified in the family Marmok, of the order Mok. Likes to eat crabs and sea urchins. Dwells in kelp fields.
Percival: Its fur is valued as a luxury item that's often traded for a high price.
Percival: Hm, but those fishermen said they stay away from the marmok.
Percival has a nagging feeling. He decides to check another book.
Percival: Kelp field organisms...
Important to the food chain...
Percival: Hm... As they decrease, the balance is tipped and new kelp sprouts are eaten away.
Percival: I see. So that's what's going on.
Percival goes over the pieces of the puzzle in his mind.
That night, he goes back out into the sea with the local fishermen, (Captain), and the crew.
Local Fisherman: So you're saying that what happens tonight might solve our abalone problem?
Vyrn: Hey, Percival. You sure all we have to do is wait here?
Percival: Yes, I'm very sure. Just trust me for now.
Once near the marmok area, the lamps are turned off. They drift on the waves lying in wait.
After a short time, they sense another boat coming near.
Local Fisherman: Hm, a boat? But no one should be out here except us tonight!
Percival: Shh! Just wait.
With bated breath they wait. Suddenly, voices both pained and angry begin to echo from the ship.
Percival quietly gestures to guide their boat closer.
Vyrn: Gulp! Something's up, just like Percival predicted.
Local Fisherman: Curses! Who's behind all this?
Percival: Vassals, are you ready?
Lyria: Yes, sir! We can't let them get away with this!
Local Fisherman: Hear, hear! We'll be fighting alongside you!
Percival: That's the spirit! But I'll have you amateurs fall back.
Percival: Now, let's go! Follow me, (Captain)!
Summer's Promise: Scene 4
After defeating the poachers, Percival and the crew take the injured marmoks ashore to safety. Once released back into the ocean, the marmoks dance for Percival who makes a promise to visit the ocean again next summer.
???: So it was an ambush. How did you find us out?
???: You jerks! You wanna take our marmoks from us?
Percival: Humph. You're despicable. Don't mistake us for poachers like you.
Local Fisherman: How dare you rob our sacred ocean!
Baby Marmoks: Mew mew...
On the deck of the poaching ship, injured baby marmoks cry out in distress.
Percival: You fools even dare to hurt baby marmoks.
Percival: Unforgivable. I'll turn you to cinders right here and now!
Poacher: Yikes! Spare me my life!
Vyrn: Wait, Percival, wait! Don't be hasty!
Lyria: Percival! We have to hurry and help the injured babies!
Percival: You're right. I'll handle these scoundrels later.
Percival: (Captain)! Aid the weakest marmoks first!
Thanks to Percival, the marmok poachers are handed over to the patrol force.
After the marmoks are tended to, Percival explains how he solved the case.
Percival: The marmoks likely began attacking the fishing boats as a way to defend against the poachers.
Vyrn: That thing charged at us because it thought we were poachers?
Local Fisherman: That makes sense! So, what about the abalone?
Percival: It seems the drop in abalone is related to the marmok poaching.
Lyria: How's that exactly?
Percival: Humph. First, I want you to read this.
Percival spreads open the oceanography book.
Lyria: It looks a little complicated.
Percival: Well, this book led me to my theory. To put it simply...
Percival: With the overhunting of the marmoks, the ocean's ecology lost balance. And so, the abalone decreased in turn.
Local Fisherman: Overhunting? The ocean's ecology lost balance? But marmoks like to eat abalone.
Local Fisherman: Wouldn't the abalone thrive without all those marmoks?
Percival: Yes, for a while, maybe. But the marmok's main food source, crabs and sea urchins, would thrive as well.
Percival: Didn't you say that crabs have been multiplying? How about sea urchins?
Local Fisherman: Ah, you're right! There's been a surge of crabs and urchins!
Percival: Their natural enemy disappeared, and so crabs and urchins began to flourish.
Percival: As the number of sea urchins increased, the kelp fields were eaten away.
Percival: Abalone mainly eat kelp sprouts. So what happens when the kelp sprouts disappear from the fields?
Lyria: Oh! They won't have any food and they won't survive!
Percival: That's right. I think that's the reason why the abalone have dropped off so drastically.
Local Fisherman: So that's what it was.
Vyrn: Wow, Percival. You're like an egghead.
Percival: Not really. It's still just a theory. They'll need to keep observing for changes.
Percival: But I must say, you fishermen have incredible ancestral knowledge.
Local Fisherman: Ancestral knowledge? What's that?
Percival: I mean, for generations you've been keeping your distance from the marmoks.
Percival: Surely you knew it was for the sake of coexistence between people and marmoks.
Percival: Phew, accepting this request has taught me quite a lot.
Percival's mouth curves into a satisfied smile. His deeds reach the ears of many who listen in awe.
Top oceanographers gather to draft a pact to protect the marmoks, which is key to the balance of Auguste's ecology.
With the support of the Fishermen's Guild and the locals, the pact is presented at an assembly in the Auguste capital of Mizarea.
The Marmok Protection Pact is speedily passed thanks to Percival's quick action.
Time passes, and the injured marmoks are fully recovered and ready to return to the ocean.
Percival quietly looks out over the calm sea.
The marmoks splash into the ocean as they're let go one-by-one.
Lyria: Boo hoo... Boo hoo hoo!
(Mokky, take care of yourself!)
Vyrn: Come on, Lyria! Send them off with a smile!
Lyria: I know. But, it's just, saying goodbye is so sad.
Vyrn: Well, if you say so. But look at Percival! He's playing it cool as always.
Unmoved by their parting, Percival's expression remains stoic.
After seeing off the last of the marmoks, Percival turns to the crew.
Percival: Let's go.
Lyria: Percival, don't you want to say goodbye?
Percival: It's clear that if the marmoks get too used to humans, they'll only put themselves in danger.
Vyrn: Well, I won't argue with you. But this is your last chance, so why not?
Percival: It's fine, so let's go.
By his order, the boat turns around and sails away from the marmoks.
Reluctant to part with them, Lyria gazes back at the marmoks and notices something peculiar.
Lyria: Ah! Percival, please look!
With Lyria's plea, Percival turns back.
He sees the marmoks moving together oddly in a pattern.
Marmok: Koo koo! Koo koo koo!
Marmok: Koo koo! Koo koo koo!
Marmok: Koo koo! Koo koo koo!
Marmok: Koo koo! Koo koo koo!
Percival: What are they doing?
Oceanographer: It's a performance the marmoks use to express deep affection.
Oceanographer: But the entire group is moving together in unison. I've never seen such a thing!
Listening to the oceanographer speak so excitedly, Percival feels the emotions swelling within him.
Percival: (Thank you. I leave it to you to protect these waters.)
Percival: (Show me how beautiful this ocean can be. Next summer, and every summer.)
(Captain) notices a slight change in Percival, and thinks to tease him a bit.
But (Captain) thinks twice, and is content with sneaking a glance at his rare and pleasant expression.
The young man with flaming red hair stands tall, bathed in silver light glinting off the water.
Although his mannerisms may be harsh, his heart smiles nonetheless.