Kingsley gazes into the water.

After starting to feel like he was never going to see anything, a little faint color starts to apeer. Very little at first towards the bottom of the bowl, but slowly comming nearer and becoming darker and more defined. It looks to him like a ship, with clouds of faint greens and blues, but the blues are much more commanding.

Seeing Ashlie in front of him makeing notes he desides to follow her lead.