A ship sails through a massive, turbulent storm with dark, swirling clouds. A crew member shouts, "IT'S A HUGE STORM, ADMIRAL!" and "PLEASE BE A LITTLE MORE CONCERNED, SIR!" Inside the cabin, a man with a distinctive chestnut-shaped hairstyle, Mont Blanc Noland, sits calmly at a desk, writing in a logbook with a quill. Outside, the crew scrambles, yelling for rope and reporting that the yardarm has been hit. Noland's internal monologue notes, "Our current expedition is already well into its second year of voyage... Compared to the previous two, 1-month long expeditions, our extended stay out here seems like a miracle..." Noland pauses and asks, "Hm? Hey, you! Did you hear something just now?" A crewmate replies, "Did I hear something?...Umm, maybe thunder?" Noland smiles gently and says, "No... It was... A beautiful sound. Like the ring of a bell..."