When they were on the Wanderer — or, Zelda supposed, generally on their honeymoon — it felt like they were the only people in the world. As this was exactly what she'd wanted for a very long time, now, Zelda was definitely enjoying things — even if one ignored that they had actually gotten to travel, and see the world.

And whether she could sail the Wanderer by herself &mdas; hm.

Zelda rolled her shoulders back, as if setting herself in motion would take her any closer to an answer. "I think I can handle her," she said, looking up at Alfred with a crooked grin. "Well, probably." She'd observed, and done enough sailing on their trip, that she was fairly confident she could avoid sinking the ship for the duration of a nap — but this would be a hell of a way to find out otherwise.

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