Owen discovered he quite liked being captain. He had to try very hard to refrain from making pirate jokes. This was serious business, as Margot had reminded him with all her talk of giving up. But maybe her grim outlook was just the result of her feeling so poorly. Owen strangely felt very alive, looking forward to the task ahead rather than focusing on his mistakes. He knew they were in danger like always, but there was something about the ocean air, the endless expanse of blue that awakened something in him. Or maybe it was the Fire Ring, which he had not taken off since they escaped from the volcano. He was constantly fiddling with it, sitting unfamiliarly on his finger. But it still felt like it belonged there. He briefly pondered giving it to Margot to see if it would make her feel be
