How long had it been since Lobos started meditating? 2 hours? 4? He lost track, his mind adrift somewhere else as all he could hear was the sound of waves crashing against the hull of his ship. He finished the last piece of bread and it wouldn't be long before hunger and dehydration would start kicking in. Suddenly, he felt it. A person's aura. His eyes opened up immediatly, standing up and strapping his sword to his back. He walked to the edge of his ship, a soft smile coming across his face. Off in a distance was a small island, and he could feel aura's coming. He ran to the wheel and turned it the fastest he could, the ship changing course towards the small island. Hopefully, some type of hope would be there. 

Finally he had reached the small island, the hull of his ship crashing at the ocean floor and finally halting to a stop. He stood on the railings, with only the clothes on his back along with his sword which he values as much as his life. He hopped off the railing and landed on the beach floor, making sure to avoid the water. He looked around, noticing how small but cosy the island was. He started walking towards the closest group of people, hoping to find out where he was.