After preventing the world he knew and loved from being taken over by demonic forces, the Doom Slayer grew tiresome of the endless struggle between humanity and the divine forces of Heaven and Hell, and did not take the chance at invading Hell once...
Another Week Later... Puerto de Algercias, Spain... Doom Slayer's POV
Ali: Land ho, crew! Land ho!
Hmm?
I woke up from a long seven hour power nap to the yelling of the boy in charge of the ship. From the back of the ship where I slept, I stretched out my limbs as my vision finally adjusted to the open sea behind me.
Nnnnnnngh....What's he yelling about?
VEGA: "Land ho." Is a term used by both professional and amateur sailors to bring attention to approaching land.
Finally.
Looking down, I grabbed the Super Shotgun that lied beside where I slept and began to make my way to the front, all the while asking VEGA about our destination.
So where exactly are we? Can you pinpoint a location?
VEGA: Surely... Accessing Global Positioning Satellite... ... ... ...
Reaching the front of the ship, I stood beside the boy as we gazed at the abandoned port ahead of us.
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It's exactly what I expected.
Ali: Hey! You're awake.
VEGA: We are currently heading inside El Puerto de Algercias de España, translated to the Port of Algercias, Spain.
Ali: We're getting ready to dock at an old port in Southern Spain. New Haven's only a few days walk from here.
A few days walk, huh?
Ali: The most difficult part of your journey is probably over now, huh?
I highly doubt that.
VEGA: Unfortunately, nothing is ever easy around you.
Ali: Slow the boat down and drop the anchors!
The small crew of people did just that, stopping the tugboat right beside a large concrete port. Using a large plank of wood, the boy created a small bridge up to the concrete.
Ali: Go ahead.
Seeing how flimsy said plank was, I decided on jumping across via Delta V jump boots. Upon landing on the concrete, the boy began to mutter as he took the plank away.
Ali: Or you know, just jump across. Whatever.
Looking back, the small crew began to lift up the small anchors that kept their ship still. Turning to leave them, the boy yelled out to me.
Ali: Hey!
Turning around once again, he began to speak as his red head friend approached him from the side.
