Sylvester Archipelago

Caldrim seemed to have dozed off again. This voyage had been terribly tiring for him, and he was already dreaming of landing on shore as soon as possible. He wanted to find out, to learn what was really happening in the Haven. He was extremely displeased by the fact that the higher-ups continued to keep important information secret. Why couldn't they tell him? Did they not trust him? This remained a mystery.
The elf woke up because his cabinmate woke him up. He remembered her excellent shooting skills, demonstrated during the histeos attack on the ship, but at the same time, he understood that this person was obviously reckless and rarely thought before acting. Nevertheless, he really needed to distract himself from his thoughts now, and the elf was rather glad that he had been woken up.
"What is it?" asked Caldrim. "My name is Caldrim, by the way."