355 year prior.
Phaedra was standing up on the dock as well, just gazing off into the distance as they were approaching a port. Much needed since they had some repairs to take care of. Nothing severe but something that still needed to be taken care of sooner rather than later, on top of restocking the ship of all of the supplies that they were needing. It wasn't long before Anastasia seemed to be coming up onto the ship so that she could join them, the youngest of the crew at 17, having just turned seventeen.