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Mitsuhide bowed to Rel'Kaz and upon recovering from this courtesy, he returned a similar greeting.

"Good day Rel'Kaz-San. He has not but he speaks with our navigator now and he mentioned a something pertaining to a vote. I assume that we will be voting on where to land but this is a mere guess.".

 The conversation died there, Mitsuhide resuming what he was doing previously, at least till Guldor came upon him.

 "The Captain is busy Guldor and you already know who the mechanic on board is. If you any complaints about this ship or the comms system, bring them up to her. As for this announcement. I am assuming we are voting on where to land.".

 With that Mitsuhide turned sharply, the scabbard of his Katana nearly hitting Guldor (his scabbard sashed in such a way that it sat nearly horizontally, a mark of nobility in his homeland and it established his personal space. "Good Day, Guldor.".With that went off to a solitary spot by the deck where he sat down on his knees and continued to mourn and mostly remember. Remember what he had done, what he failed to do, and ponder on the unknown. What fate had befallen his House and what fate fell on Hapón and Edo.