Blizzard sits in the small dining area of the Keyblade Space Shuttle, his plate of breakfast in front of him. He takes a bite of his food, savoring the flavors, but his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of the recent battle in the Crimson World.
Blizzard: (muttering to himself) Jareth Vex... could he rise again, like a phoenix from the ashes? The power he possessed was unimaginable.
He takes another bite, chewing slowly as he reflects on his fighting abilities. The weight of his two Keyblades rests heavily on his mind, a reminder of the power he possesses but has yet to fully harness.
Blizzard: (sighs) Two Keyblades... It should make things easier, right? But I've never properly trained with them, never developed a fighting style that truly utilizes their potential. I feel like I'm fumbling in the dark, uncertain of how to maximize my abilities.
He sets down his utensils and leans back in his chair, deep in thought. His eyes gaze unfocused, lost in the memories of the intense battle against Jareth Vex. As he ponders, Blizzard's determination resurfaces. He knows that he can't afford to remain stagnant in his training. He must seek guidance, once he finishes his mission right away, he will be able to train with Yen-Sid and develop his own unique style that harmonizes with his dual Keyblades.
Blizzard: (resolute) I won't let my lack of expertise hold me back. I'll search for answers, train harder, and push myself to new heights. Only then can I truly become the Keyblade wielder I was destined to be.
He takes another bite of his breakfast, his mind now focused on the challenges that lie ahead. With renewed determination, Blizzard sets his sights on honing his skills and unlocking the true potential of his dual Keyblades, ready to face whatever obstacles come his way.
Blizzard watches as his Dream Eater emerges from the bedroom, stretching and yawning. The two lock eyes, and Blizzard can sense a sense of understanding between them. They have been through so much together, and now it's time to face the final challenge of Yen-Sid's mission.
Blizzard: Good morning, Buddy. I've been thinking about our next move. According to the map Yen-Sid gave us, the next Locked World we need to visit is the Leviathan World. It's the final piece of the puzzle.
Dream Eater: (curiously) Leviathan World, huh? That's quite intriguing. I wonder what challenges and secrets await us there.
Blizzard nods, a mixture of excitement and caution evident on his face.
Blizzard: It's an unknown territory, and we have to be prepared for anything. The Crimson World was a wake-up call for us. If we encounter another enemy on the power scale of Jareth Vex, it could be game over for us. We can't afford to underestimate any threats.
Dream Eater: (nodding in agreement) You're absolutely right, Blizzard. We need to approach this final mission with utmost caution. Our previous battles have shown us that we can't rely solely on brute force or luck. We need strategy, adaptability, and precise execution.
Blizzard: (determined) I couldn't agree more. We've come a long way, but we still have much to learn and accomplish. We must stay focused and train ourselves to be ready for any challenges that come our way. We can't afford to let our guard down.
Dream Eater: (encouragingly) Blizzard. Our bond and determination will see us through. Just remember to trust in your instincts and believe in your own strength.
Blizzard smiles, appreciating the unwavering support from his Dream Eater.
Blizzard: Thank you, Buddy. Your words mean a lot. Let's continue to support each other and face whatever comes our way. The Leviathan World won't stand a chance against us.
As Blizzard contemplates the upcoming journey to the Leviathan World, a sense of unease settles within him. The memory of the Lunatic's presence and his cryptic words lingers in Blizzard's mind, creating a subtle but persistent anxiety.
Blizzard: (softly) This is going to be different... John won't be with us this time. We've been through so much together, faced countless challenges side by side. It's strange to imagine this journey without him.
Blizzard then begins to reminisce about John and the times they spent together, thinking about the battles they fought side by side and the adventures they went on. He also thinks about how much he misses him and wishes he could have been there to share in this journey with him.
Despite his sadness, Blizzard knows he must stay strong and continue on his quest to uncover the secrets of the Locked Worlds. He takes a deep breath and stands up from the table, readies to face whatever challenges lie ahead.
The Keyblade Space Shuttle glides through the vast expanse of the Hyper Verse, traversing the space between the Locked Worlds. Blizzard sits in the pilot's seat, his gaze fixed on the holographic navigation system, guiding their course.
Blizzard: (checking the system) We're approaching the coordinates of the next Locked World, the Leviathan World. It should be just up ahead.
Dream Eater: (peering over Blizzard's shoulder) Let's double-check the map to ensure we're on the right path.
Blizzard reaches into a compartment and retrieves the scroll given to them by Yen-Sid. Unrolling it carefully, he studies the intricate map that depicts the layout of the Locked Worlds. The Leviathan World symbol hovers above a planet, resembling a majestic sea serpent.
Blizzard: (tracing his finger along the map) This is it. The Leviathan World. The symbol matches exactly.
Dream Eater: (nodding) Excellent. We're on track then. Let's proceed with caution.
As the Keyblade Space Shuttle continues its descent toward the Locked World, a sudden flash of light envelops Blizzard and his Dream Eater. Blinking in surprise, they find themselves free-falling through the sky instead, their spacecraft nowhere to be seen.
Dream Eater: (trying to stay calm) It seems our arrival has taken an unexpected turn. Hold on, Blizzard! We need to find a way to land safely.
Blizzard: I have an idea! I'll use my Keyblades to summon the space shuttle once more. It sounds crazy, but it might just work. Buddy, hold on tight!"
Blizzard's instincts kick in, his determination fueling his actions. He raises his two Keyblades, focusing his thoughts on summoning a means of transportation in this dire situation. With a burst of energy, a magnificent motorcycle materializes beneath them.
Blizzard: (with a mix of surprise and relief) A motorcycle... on water? Well, this will have to do. Hang on tight, Buddy!
They mount the hovering motorcycle, its powerful engine roaring to life. Blizzard expertly maneuvers the vehicle, while the both of them brace for impact.
The motorcycle touches down on the surface of the water with a resounding splash, causing an enormous wave to surge outward in all directions. Water sprays high into the air, creating a breathtaking spectacle. Blizzard and his Dream Eater hold on tight, bracing themselves against the force of the impact.
Blizzard: (gasping for breath) That... was intense. I can't believe we survived that fall. Are you alright, Buddy?
Dream Eater: (drenched but exhilarated) That was quite the landing, Blizzard! I must admit, you certainly know how to make an entrance.
Blizzard: (rubbing his temples) Summoning a motorcycle that can ride on water wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I was aiming for the Keyblade Space Shuttle, but it seems my command got a little mixed up. Guess I shouldn't expect too much precision when summoning vehicles with two Keyblades.
As the wave begins to settle, the water around them calms, revealing the expanse of the vast ocean beneath their feet. The motorcycle hovers effortlessly, gliding across the surface of the water as if it were solid ground.
Blizzard: (sheepishly) Yeah, impressive and unexpected. Though I have to admit, I don't have a driving license for motorcycles, let alone one that can ride on water. This is going to be interesting.
Dream Eater: (puzzled) Vehicle? Driving License? I'm not familiar with those terms, Blizzard. What exactly did you summon?
Blizzard: (realizing the confusion) Ah, sorry. It's been 118 years since I last walked the old world. Back then, people used these vehicles called motorcycles to travel on land. They had two wheels, an engine, and you needed a license to operate them legally. But, well, since I'm only 15 years old, I wouldn't have been able to get a license anyway. It seems I've summoned a means of transportation, something like a fast-moving creature that can traverse different terrains.
Dream Eater: (curiously) So, back then, it's like being on a horse, but made of metal and powered by something other than magic?
Blizzard: Ah, right. I should have clarified. A motorcycle is a two-wheeled vehicle with an engine, handlebars for steering, and pedals or levers for controlling its speed and brakes. It's a means of transportation that provides a thrilling and agile ride, but it requires balance and skill to maneuver.
Blizzard takes a moment to compose himself, adjusting his grip on the motorcycle's handles. He feels a mixture of excitement and apprehension coursing through him as he prepares to take control.
Blizzard cautiously observes the various switches and inputs on the magical all-terrain motorcycle, his grip on the handlebars tightening with a mix of excitement and anxiety.
Blizzard: Alright, let's give this a try. Easy does it.
Dream Eater: (watching intently) Do you have any idea how this contraption works, Blizzard?
Blizzard: Not entirely, but I suppose we'll find out as we go along. I'll start with a gentle acceleration and see how it responds.
He hesitates for a moment, contemplating the consequences of his actions. With a deep breath, he decides to experiment, starting with a small adjustment. As he slowly manipulates one of the switches, he feels a subtle change in the Keyblade motorcycle's power.
Dream Eater: (holding on tightly) Blizzard, are you sure about this? It seems quite risky.
Blizzard: (nervously) I... I have to figure this out. We can't let the vehicle control us. We need to control it.
Gently pressing on the accelerator, Blizzard expects a gradual increase in speed. However, to his surprise, the motorcycle surges forward with an unexpected burst of acceleration, almost propelling them off the vehicle.
Blizzard: (shouting in shock) Whoa! Hold on!
The sudden rush of wind against their faces and the sheer force of the acceleration catches them off guard. Their cries mix with exhilaration and fear as they try to maintain their balance and hold on tightly to the motorcycle.
Blizzard: (struggling to regain control) Okay... note to self, gentle doesn't mean gentle on this thing. It's... it's far more powerful than I anticipated.
Dream Eater: (voice carried away by the wind) I can feel it! The raw energy coursing through the motorcycle! We must be careful, Blizzard!
Blizzard: (determined) You're right. We have to find the right balance, the perfect touch. Let's learn to master this incredible machine together!
Blizzard grips the acceleration handle very tightly, his eyes fixed on the speed needle as it climbs rapidly to 351mph. The motorcycle roars with power and a surge of exhilaration courses through his veins. The water beneath them ripples and churns as the magical engine propels them forward with astonishing speed.
Blizzard: (shouting over the rushing wind) Hold on tight, Let's see what this thing can really do!
The motorcycle surges forward, leaving a trail of magical fire in its wake. The powerful gusts of wind whip at their faces, threatening to tear them apart. Blizzard's heart races as the adrenaline pumps through his veins. The world blurs around him, a kaleidoscope of colors and motion.
Dream Eater: (shouting in both excitement and concern) Blizzard, this is madness! Are you sure you can handle this?
Blizzard: (grinning wildly) Hang on, my friend! We're in for a wild ride!
As the minutes pass, the intense speed takes its toll on Blizzard. Fatigue starts to creep into his body, his arms growing heavy from the strain of maintaining control over the Keyblade motorcycle. The sheer force of the wind threatens to overpower him.
Blizzard: (struggling to stay alert) I... I can't... keep this up much longer.
Blizzard loses his grip on the handlebars and plummets into the water below, disappearing beneath the surface. His Dream Eater cries out in alarm. It unleashes a powerful healing spell, casting Esuna to restore Blizzard's stamina and fortitude. The warmth of the magic washes over Blizzard, invigorating him and allowing him to regain his focus.
Blizzard gasps for air as he resurfaces, his eyes blinking rapidly to regain focus. He clings to his Dream Eater, grateful for its quick action in saving him from potential drowning.
Blizzard: (coughing) Thank you, Buddy. I... I pushed myself too far.
Dream Eater: (supportive) It's alright, Blizzard. We all make mistakes. The important thing is that you're safe now. We'll proceed with caution from now on.
Taking a moment to collect himself, Blizzard climbs back onto the motorcycle with a newfound sense of caution. He acknowledges the power and potential risks that come with such a magical machine.
Dream Eater: (laughing) Let's stick to a more reasonable pace for now. We don't want any more face-ripping adventures, do we?
Blizzard: (grinning) No, I think we've had enough of that for one day. Slow and steady wins the race, right?
With a shared understanding and a touch of lightheartedness, Blizzard adjusts the controls, opting for a more very slow acceleration. The motorcycle glides smoothly through the water, its magical engine humming with power. The rush of wind against their faces is still exhilarating.
Blizzard and the Dream Eater gaze out at the vast expanse of the ocean, contemplating their next move. They ponder where the Keyhole of the Locked World could be hidden or if they can detect any signs of Heartless presence.
As Blizzard closes his eyes, he begins to concentrate and reach out with his senses, searching for the source of the darkness that he knows must be present on this world. He feels the familiar tingle in his fingertips as he begins to tap into the power of the Keyblade "Frostbite", using it as a sort of beacon to guide him towards his goal.
After a few moments, he senses a flicker of darkness in the distance, and he opens his eyes to see a thick, black fog rolling in from the horizon. He can feel the power emanating from it, and he knows that this must be the source of the darkness he's been searching for.
Without hesitation, he revs the engine of his motorcycle and speeds towards the fog, with his Dream Eater perched on the back. As they approach, the fog seems to grow thicker and more oppressive, but Blizzard remains focused and determined.
Finally, he bursts through the other side of the fog and finds himself face to face with a massive, ominous fortress looming in the distance. The fortress is surrounded by a moat of dark, swirling water, and the air is thick with the stench of rot and decay.
Blizzard and the Dream Eater have been riding on the Keyblade Motorcycle for over two hours, their journey through the dark and treacherous waters finally leading them to an enormous island adorned with towering forts. As they approach, a dense fog of darkness envelops the surroundings, making it difficult to see the details of the fortress.
Blizzard: (squinting through the fog) It looks like we've reached our destination. This island seems heavily guarded. We need to proceed with caution.
Dream Eater: (whispering) Be wary, Blizzard. The darkness here feels thick and oppressive. We may encounter powerful adversaries.
They cautiously maneuver through the fog, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement. Suddenly, they hear the sound of footsteps and muffled voices in the distance. A group of Navy personnel emerges from the fog, running in a panic.
Navy Soldier 1: (pointing at Blizzard) Look! It's one of Black Beard's pirates! Get him!
Navy Soldier 2: (shouting) Is this some kind of trap? Are you one of Black Beard's crew, sent here to ambush us?
Blizzard tries to communicate with the Navy members, but his words come out as unintelligible gibberish due to the language barrier. The Navy members, unaware of the Heartless' true nature, believe the dark creatures attacking them are demons from hell.
Navy Soldier 1: (shouting) Devilish demons! We won't be defeated by your dark sorcery!
Blizzard raises his Keyblades in a non-threatening manner, trying to convey that he is not their enemy. The Dream Eater emits a gentle glow, attempting to ease the Navy members' fear. However, their confusion and fear make it difficult for them to comprehend the true situation.
Navy Member 1: (confused) Did you hear that? He says he's a Keyblade Wielder. What's he talking about?
Navy Member 2: (skeptical) Keyblade? That sounds like nonsense to me. This must be some pirate trickery.
Navy Member 3: (whispering) Demons, pirates, Keyblades... What in the seven seas is going on here?
As the Navy members exchange bewildered glances, the Navy officer approaches, his authoritative presence commanding attention.
Navy Officer: (addressing Blizzard) Hold your fire, men. Let's see what he has to say.
The Navy officer studies Blizzard intently, his expression a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
Navy Officer: (crossing his arms) So, you claim to be a Keyblade Wielder? One of the 50 comatose ones? I've heard tales of such legends, but what brings you here?
Blizzard takes a moment to catch his breath and collect his thoughts before responding to the Navy officer.
Blizzard: I'm not a pirate. I'm a Keyblade Wielder. I've been asleep for 118 years, and I'm just trying to do my part in unlocking these Locked Worlds. But what's going on here? Why are you running? Is it the Heartless?
The Navy officer's expression shifts from skepticism to intrigue, his eyes scanning Blizzard's Keyblades.
Navy Officer: (curious) Heartless, you say? We've been battling these dark creatures, mistaking them for demons. We're doing our best to hold them off, but they just keep coming. And I don't know if you've heard, but there are rumors of a powerful pirate crew that's been causing trouble in these waters. We thought you might be one of them.
Blizzard nods, relieved to have found someone who understands, at least to some extent.
Blizzard: I understand your suspicions, but I'm not here to cause trouble. I'll help you fight off these Heartless and Nobodies, but then I need to move on to the next Locked World. Can you tell me more about the situation here?
The Navy officer extends a hand towards Blizzard, signaling a temporary alliance in their common goal.
Navy Officer: (leaning closer, speaking in a hushed tone) Listen, lad, there's something you should know about Black Beard. He's not just any ordinary pirate. Legends speak of him obtaining powerful artifacts with the ability to harness the very essence of darkness itself. It's said that he can command the Heartless to do his bidding, he's been using them to attack Navy strongholds and pirate ships alike. It's caused chaos in this part of the sea.
Blizzard's eyes widen with concern as he connects the dots, realizing the similarities between Black Beard and Jareth Vex.
Blizzard: (gravely) So, Black Beard possesses artifacts that grant him control over the Heartless? It sounds eerily similar to what Jareth Vex did with his cult. Sacrificing innocent lives to manipulate the Heartless.
Navy Officer: (nodding) Aye, lad. It seems that way. But Black Beard, he's different. He has a knack for manipulating the darkness without sacrificing lives directly. It's like he knows their nature intimately, bending them to his will.
Blizzard admires the design of his second Keyblade, 'Inferno.' It has a key-shaped blade with flames on both sides, giving it a fearsome appearance. The handle is made of dark metal, with intricate patterns etched into it. The Keychain attached to it is adorned with a fiery red gem, which glows in the dark. Blizzard feels the power emanating from Inferno, and he knows that it will be a useful tool in battle against the Heartless and Nobodies.
Blizzard: I see. Well, it seems like we have a common enemy then. I'll do what I can to help you defend this fortress and take down Black Beard.
Navy Officer: Thank you, Keyblade wielder. We could use all the help we can get.
Blizzard: Just doing my part restores the balance to the Locked Worlds.
Blizzard takes a deep breath and looks around the fortress, taking in the sight of the Heartless and Nobodies infesting the area. He turns to his Dream Eater and speaks.
Blizzard: Alright, let's assess the situation. There are a lot of Heartless and Nobodies here, and they seem to be concentrated in certain areas. We need to clear out those areas first and take out any strongholds they have. I'll use my Keyblades to take out the enemies, and you can provide support with your powers.
Dream Eater: Got it. We need to be careful, though. There might be more powerful Heartless and Nobodies lurking around.
Blizzard: Agreed. We'll take this one step at a time and make sure we're fully prepared before we move on to the next area. Let's go.
Blizzard charged forward, his two Keyblades held at the ready. The Heartless and Nobodies came at him from all sides, but he moved with incredible speed and agility, using both Keyblades to slash and strike at his enemies.
With his first Keyblade, Blizzard moved with grace and precision, deflecting attacks and striking with deadly accuracy. His second Keyblade, Inferno, was a different story. It blazed with fiery power, striking with explosive force that left enemies reeling.
As he fought, Blizzard began to get a sense of his Keyblades' unique abilities. With his first Keyblade, he was able to perform swift, precise strikes that allowed him to move with lightning speed. With Inferno, he was able to unleash explosive blasts of fire that sent enemies flying.
The Heartless and Nobodies kept coming, but Blizzard remained focused and determined. He moved like a whirlwind, striking his enemies with lightning-fast attacks and using his Keyblades to block incoming strikes.
After a long and intense battle, Blizzard finally emerged victorious. He and his Dream Eater were able to defeat the Heartless and Nobodies and clear the path forward.
Breathing heavily, Blizzard sheathed his Keyblades and looked around the fortress. It was clear that there was still much work to be done, but he knew that he was up to the task. With his two Keyblades by his side, he was ready for anything that lay ahead.
As the last of the Heartless and Nobodies dissipate into the air, Blizzard takes a deep breath and turns to his Dream Eater.
Blizzard: That was tough (He says.) but we did it.
His Dream Eater nods in agreement.
Blizzard: Yes, we make a good team. (he says.).
Blizzard smiles and nods.
Blizzard: We sure do. And with these two Keyblades, I feel like I'm getting the hang of this whole fighting thing.
He holds up his Keyblades, admiring their designs.
Blizzard: I never thought I'd be able to summon vehicles or fight with two weapons at once. But now, it all feels so natural.
His Dream Eater chuckles.
Dream Eater: You're a natural born Keyblade wielder, Blizzard. You just needed a little push to awaken your potential.
Blizzard nods, feeling a sense of pride in his abilities.
Blizzard: Thanks, buddy. But we can't let our guard down. Who knows what other challenges await us in these Locked Worlds.
Blizzard: The Heartless and Nobodies have been taken care of, but it looks like they did quite a bit of damage. You'll have to repair the structures yourselves.
Navy Officer: Thank you for your help. We didn't expect a Keyblade wielder to show up and assist us.
Blizzard: No problem. It's my duty to help those in need.
Navy Officer: I can see that. If you don't mind me asking, what brings you to this world?
Blizzard: I'm traveling to the Locked Worlds to unlock them all. It's part of my mission as a Keyblade wielder.
Navy Officer: I see. Well, good luck with your mission. And if you ever need our help, don't hesitate to ask.
Blizzard: Thank you. I appreciate it.
The Navy Officer replies.
Navy Officer: Black Beard and his crew are a band of ruthless pirates who have been terrorizing the seas for years. They are said to have obtained powerful artifacts that have made them nearly invincible. But what's more concerning is that they have taken hostages of many comatose Keyblade Wielders and are keeping them on their island. They use them as leverage to keep the Navy away and continue their evil deeds. We have tried to rescue them in the past, but every attempt has failed. It's like there is some kind of dark magic protecting the island, making it impenetrable. Sir, we could use your help to take down Black Beard and his crew. Our fleet is powerful, but we need a skilled Keyblade wielder like yourself to help us in this mission. What do you say?
Blizzard nods and responds.
Blizzard: I accept your offer. Black Beard must be stopped, and if I can help, then I will do so.
The Navy Officer nods in appreciation and leads Blizzard and his Dream Eater towards the ship.
Navy Officer: We'll be setting sail soon. We need to take back those comatose Keyblade Wielders and put an end to Black Beard's tyranny once and for all.
Blizzard and his Dream Eater took some time to rest and recover from the battles they had faced in the Navy Fortress. Blizzard spent some time reflecting on what the Navy Officer had told him about Black Beard and his crew.
As he sat in a corner of the fortress, his Dream Eater by his side, Blizzard thought about the comatose Keyblade wielders that Black Beard had taken hostage. He wondered how many more of them were out there, and how they could be saved.
Blizzard also thought about his own journey and the obstacles he had faced. He knew that he had to stay strong and focused, and he couldn't let himself be swayed by the darkness.
Finally, after a few hours of rest, Blizzard and his Dream Eater were ready to set sail with the Navy Officer and his crew to track down Black Beard. They made their way to the ship, readied for the next part of their journey.
Blizzard approaches the navy officer and inspects the ship.
Blizzard: This is quite an impressive vessel. (he remarks.)
The navy officer nods proudly.
Navy Officer: Thank you. This is the pride of our fleet, the HMS Titan. It can hold up to 200 crew members and is armed with some of the most powerful cannons in the world.
Blizzard nods in approval.
Blizzard: Great. It seems we'll have all we need to take on Black Beard and his crew.
The navy officer nods.
Navy Officer: We're well equipped to handle any threat. With your skills and our manpower, we're sure to succeed.
Blizzard nods in agreement.
Blizzard: Let's make sure we're prepared for anything that may come our way. We need to be ready for a battle like no other.
Blizzard marvels at the craftsmanship of the ship and takes a deep breath, feeling the wind blowing in his hair. He looks around at the crew members scurrying around, each performing their duties with precision and expertise. He then turns to the Navy Officer and speaks:
Blizzard: Your ship is truly a wonder of the seas. I have never seen such fine woodwork and construction before. It is an honor to be on board.
The Navy Officer nods and replies.
Navy Officer: Thank you, Blizzard. Our ship has been in our family for over two generations, and we take great pride in maintaining it.
Blizzard nods and looks out to the horizon, feeling the adventure calling to him. He knows that they are heading towards danger, but he is ready to face it with his Keyblades and Dream Eater by his side.
Blizzard: I'm thinking about Organization 14th. They might be on Black Beard Island as well to take his artifacts. If they're there, we're going to have to be careful.
Dream Eater: I agree, Blizzard. The Organization is not to be underestimated. We must stay vigilant and be ready for anything.
Blizzard: Right. We can't let them get their hands on those artifacts. Who knows what kind of power they hold.
Dream Eater: We'll do our best to prevent that from happening, Blizzard. We have the advantage of surprise. They won't be expecting us.
Blizzard: Good point. Let's focus on taking down Black Beard and his crew first. We'll deal with the Organization if they show up.
Blizzard: (sigh) I'm exhausted. The use of my Keyblades to summon a Motorcycle for traveling on the seas for hours has really taken a toll on me. I think I need to rest for a while.
Dream Eater: I agree, Blizzard. We should take some time to rest before we continue on our journey. We have a long way to go before we reach Black Beard's island.
Blizzard: You're right. Let's find a place to rest and recuperate.
Blizzard wanders around the MS Titan, looking for the navy crew's bedroom. He asks around and finally finds it on the lower deck of the ship. The bedroom is a cramped space, with multiple bunk beds squeezed together. The navy crew members are already asleep, exhausted from the day's battle with the Heartless and Nobodies.
Blizzard quietly tip-toes into the room, careful not to wake anyone up. He finds an empty bunk bed and sits down, taking a deep breath. The bed is not very comfortable, but it will have to do for now. He pulls out his Dream Eater and sets it down next to him.
Blizzard sits there for a few minutes, reflecting on the day's events. He thinks about the Heartless and Nobodies they fought, and how much stronger he has become with his two Keyblades. He also thinks about Black Beard and Organization 14th, and wonders what kind of artifacts they are after.
Eventually, Blizzard begins to doze off. He closes his eyes and drifts into a deep sleep, the sound of the ship's engine humming in the background. His Dream Eater curls up next to him, keeping him warm and safe throughout the night.
As Blizzard drifted off to sleep, he had a vivid dream about his friend John. In the dream, he was standing on the surface of the moon, looking up at the stars. But suddenly, everything started to go wrong.
John's face began to twist and contort into a grotesque, demonic version of itself. His eyes turned pitch black, and his once-smiling mouth twisted into a snarl. He reached out a hand toward Blizzard, accusing him of not saving him from his eternal punishment, even though he knew that Blizzard had no control over it.
Blizzard tried to reason with his friend, to tell him that he had done everything he could to help him. But John's accusations only grew more intense, and the nightmare became more and more surreal.
Finally, Blizzard woke up with a start, drenched in sweat. He realized that the nightmare had been brought on by his guilt over not being able to save John from his coma. He knew that he had to focus on the present and do everything he could to prevent any more innocent lives from being lost to the darkness.
Blizzard stretches his arms and legs as he wakes up, feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep. He takes a deep breath and looks around the ship, admiring the beautiful craftsmanship of the wooden planks and the intricate details of the sails.
As he walks around, he mutters to himself.
Blizzard: I must be losing my mind. That dream about John was so vivid, it felt real. But I know he's gone, and I couldn't have saved him.
Blizzard shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and focuses on the present. He checks his surroundings and makes sure he's still on the MS Titan, and not back in that nightmare. He decides to keep his worries to himself for now and instead focuses on his mission to find the fortress of Black Beard and his crew.