There was no screaming. No angry words. Very few tears as they packed up his things in a comfortable silence. The Gypsy Pirate and the Whirlwind, parting ways with no fan fare. Only well wishes between them, and Aja insisting that the ship she was building still go to him. She wanted him to have it, cause it had been designed for him and him alone. No one else was fit to own her. She hoped he didn't mind, but she had dubbed it the Whirlwind for the temporary moment till he found a more fitting name for her.

There was a carriage to take him back to the office and she helped him put his belongings inside. They looked at each other for a moment before embracing tight. The end of their particular ride was a little sad but they knew it was time. Nothing had been the same and as hard as they tried, the rift was reappearing again.

So they stepped away from each other, and she watched him climb into the carriage and waved as it pulled away. It may take a while...but perhaps they could salvage their friendship.