"LAND HO!" Crono snapped awake. He pulled himself out of a part of the ship's engine, they were sailing thank goodness, and rubbed a new bump on his head. He had been bashed by a part that had suddenly swung the wrong way, knocking him out for who knows how long. Grumbling he got above deck and took a deep breath of that salty sea air, then cheered up. He hadn't been to Noir in a while, and he was tired of stinky ports full of people either wanting to put a bullet through his head or steal his stuff. He walked over to the captains quarters and nocked on the door. "Yello, Myrna? You awake? We've arrived."