Small 'story' thing I wrote with it last year:

The suns warmth gives way to the chilling winds, as the peculiar scent of something sulphurous, salty odour follows with it. Allen barely registers in his mind, as he leans forward onto the wodden fence to get a better view of the ocean ahead. Scouting out for the islands he seen drawn on old parchment maps before he left the manor. At least he hopes he sees them, as it would be a shame not to after all (not because he spent months in childhood learning the name of each one) he thinks.

"Having fun, there ay?" One of the more scruffier-looking landkir crewmates called out to him.
'How Matthew even arranged this,, I have to thank him when I get the chance' Allen thinks before realising that someone called out to him. Taking a few moments to think he replies with a short, though hopefully positive sounding in his ears:

"Ah quite!! Its a wonder to finally experiencing what I only had described too me in books before!"
Not turning to see the puzzled expression of the crewmate at his exclamation/almost shout of a reply (and in turn not seeing Nerath quietly snicker to himself having heard that as well).

So does Allen notices something entirely else as he leans even more forward with one hand clutching the fence, smiling as he whispers to himself "There! Its the Salvo islands!"