Hotel in Malta - Evening

It had been a pleasant day. Malta had lots to explore, but Roy wasn't entirely against the whole being back at the hotel thing. For one, the shower felt good and for another, well... He could finally get his own back when Aly taunted him. The evil woman.

His hair was still wet when he plopped down on the bed. "Tomorrow no sightseeing," he told Aly.

((For the other traveller.))

Harbour, Malta - Saturday

Considering Roy had actually already told Aly that he hired a sailboat, he wasn't sure why she kept insisting this was a surprise. Far be it for him to ruin her surprise. Even if it wasn't a surprise.

The boat was slightly bigger than the Elysia, but she looked sleek in the water and the letters on the hull read Mistral.

"This is it," Roy told Aly, squeezing her hand before he let go, giving her room to inspect.