(Author's Note: The idea is somewhat far-fetched, but it implanted itself in my mind and stuck with me.)
Nasir had informed Ike and his troops that, since the wind would not blow for another several days, they may as well anchor off the coast of Gallia near an isolated island and venture off the ship.
This meant there was now a source of bathing water. In retrospect, Nasir would claim he looked death in the eye.
When it came time, Kieran stayed on one side of the island and everyone else drew straws. The winners stayed on the other side of the island and the losers tended to matters on the ship near Kieran.
Fortunately for the most recent batch, Kieran had stayed decidedly silent during his bathtime. In fact, he was beginning to swim around to regain his precious physique. Almost with a leap out of the water, he turned to look back at the ship… and promptly bellyflopped.
His clothes were there. His brilliant red armor laid next to them. But his axe was missing!
"Coward! Who dares to steal Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran's axe of glory?"
Suddenly, he saw a glint in the distance. Someone was running away with his axe on their back! He began to swim after the thief.
"One axe, I'll always live it up! I'm taking chase, I say I'll never give it up!"
The thief stopped and cowered, covering his ears with his hands before turning around to see what was making that ungodly racket.
"Stand tall! I'm a knight and kinda proud! I'm on the top when I get to kill a crowd!"
Realizing it was the owner of the axe, the child bolted away, hoping to lose him and hide his new prize.
"If you think I'll sit around as you steal my axe, you're thinking like a fool and it is time you faced the facts! Out there are the Daeins waiting to be had; you think I'll let you go? You're mad, you've got another knight coming!"
The young boy ran, eventually running into something hard. His green hair obscured his eyes momentarily, but he looked back up at a pale-skinned blue-haired man with an odd mark on his forehead. However, the arrival of Kieran storming in, dripping wet from his bath, silenced any conversation. He jabbed an accusing finger at the pair and shouted, "Cowards! Despicable curs! Which one of you stole my axe?"
Sothe attempted to move quicker, standing up and pointing at Nasir. "He did!"
Nasir simply stared at Sothe with his arms crossed. He got the hint and started running again.
Kieran yelled after him, "Deceitful liar! I, Crimean Royal Kn—"
Nasir put his arm in front of Kieran. "Please, stop." Instead, he shouted towards his commander, yelling, "Ike! Grab that boy!"
Kieran turned to him and angrily muttered, "You don't understand! That boy stole my axe!"
Nasir looked at him. "I understand perfectly. He stole your axe and you chased him down. Naked, I might add."
Kieran looked down and, sure enough, he had left his clothes in the heat of the chase. This was only affirmed by Nephenee's eyes going wide and suddenly turning in a different direction.