At the time I wrote this chapter, I was reading an old copy of Doctor Zhivago - which explains the name of the school that Jason goes to. Uh, I think I'll just continue....

Log 26: Ocean Spirit Sets Sail

Late at night, a man in traditional uminchu fishing garb entered the hut by the sea. Setting down a bejewelled trident on a table, he walked to his room, which was across from Jason's. A soft snore caught his ears, forcing him to turn.
　 Jason was lying beside his bed in his room; an unfamiliar girl was asleep on his bed atop the blankets. They were watched by a staff-bearing angel, who stood with his back to the door. The angel was familiar - Jason had recounted his tale of finding the sleeping god-angel, and the one in the room matched his description.
　 I must be damn lucky to have a god-angel sleeping in my hut, the man thought with a smile as he turned to his quarters to rest.

Jason awoke before dawn, his back sore from lying on the floor. Grudgingly he stood up, searched for a school uniform to dress in, and changed.
　 Minutes later he went to the galley, letting Kathryn sleep - and perhaps Keith as well - while he made breakfast. In minutes he had made three fish omelettes, before remembering that Keith didn't need to eat. Oh, Uncle Trisander could have it, he thought as he set the meals at the table.
　 He had just set the last plate when he saw the trident on the table.
　 Jason picked it up, twirled it in his hands. Wave Splitter, the blade that calmed the seas, the emblem of the uminchu held by the head of the Uminchu Union ... the trident once given to the uminchu to guard the fallen god-angel.
　 Uncle has some work to do today, Jason thought; but I can skip gymnasium for a few days. James and Daisuke would be at the docks now, so maybe I'll convince them to come.
　 Forgetting his reakfast, Jason took Wave Splitter from the table and ran out the door.

"Jason? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be going to gymnasium?"
　 James and Daisuke were walking along the docks when Jason ran past them. The two boys were Jason's classmates at the local gymnasium, as identified by their uniforms.
　 "Can't," Jason called, coming to a stop. "I'm going somewhere; I need to borrow Uncle's boat."
　 The boys' eyes widened. Ocean Spirit was the flagship of the uminchu, the last of the living ships. They had never seen it, being the sons of merchants and thus banned from uminchu docks without permission. "Can we come?" they asked.
　 Jason shrugged. A living ship, despite being able to navigate by itself, still needed a crew - and besides, James and Daisuke were his friends....

An hour later, Jason ran back into the hut, finding his uncle, Kathryn, and Keith sitting around the dining table. Kathryn turned to face him, a bright smile on her face. "I'm teaching Keith how to eat," she beamed. "He has to act as though he belongs here."
　 Jason chuckled, watching the angel tentatively chew on a bite of omelette. Keith didn't seem concerned with food; his eyes were on the trident Jason held.
　 "Jason?" The voice was Trisander's. "You have Wave Splitter?"
　 The boy nodded.
　 "May I speak to you alone?" Trisander stood from the table and walked to Jason's side, escorting him outside of the hut.
　 "Uncle ... what is this about?" Jason looked at his uncle once he was out of the hut, his eyes darting occasionally to Ocean Spirit anchored just off the shore.
　 Trisander sighed. "I knew this was going to come eventually, Jason. I'm too old to lead the uminchu, too old to take on the duties...."
　 "But you go fishing during harvest--"
　 "That is not the main duty, Jason." He looked at the trident in Jason's hands. "Centuries ago, the Regent Aldebaran brought this trident to the uminchu. She called it 'Suruiandagia', but the uminchu called it 'Wave Splitter' for its power over the water. A duty is given to those who bear the trident - to protect the god-angel who sleeps beneath the water."
　 "But why are you telling me this?"
　 Trisander looked at the living ship docked offshore. "The angel ... he told me about his quest ... and where Jason found him. I'm too old to follow him on his journey - that's why I now name you the head of the uminchu."
　 Jason looked down at Suruiandagia in his hands - the angelic weapon seemed to hold greater significance now. "So ... you want me to follow him to the Flame Horizon?"
　 "Just take care of him," Jason's uncle said, patting his nephew's shoulder. "As head of the uminchu, you are bound to watch over the sleeping god-angel, even after he is awake."
　 "I will," Jason nodded.