Chapter 162: A quiet stop
Irwin glared across the ice crystal-covered wooden railing.
Wind, piercing and cold, blew into his face, and he snorted out two massive plumes of superheated air.
Three weeks of this, he thought, wiping some water from his arms.
The cold was intense, but the advantage of his Heartcard had shown itself within minutes of leaving. Where everyone but the ship's crew and Greldo had to hide below deck, he had simply remained to watch Fiverion's massive Portal Gallery Harbor disappear in the distance.
The idea of going back down into their chamber with barely any space to move around didn't interest him in the slightest, so he was still outside, watching the world below change.
"This ship makes the other ones look like they stood still," Greldo said.
Irwin nodded absently, his mind preoccupied with other things, like how long it would take for Daubutim to snap out of it.
"Which ones do you mean? You mean those large merchant vessels?" a high-pitched squeak called out from above.
Irwin looked up to see one of the crewmen staring down, its blue plates paler due to the layer of frost crystals covering it. He was hanging from the black sail, hands and bare feet pressed against the smooth surface, almost as if he was glued to it.
"Yeah, those big, expensive ones," Greldo said.
"Bah! Those things are only good for luxurious travels," the crewman shouted. "They can barely travel more than twenty knots per hour, and that's on their best day! The Zura'ix here can hit seventy if we have some decent ambient soulpower!"
Ambient soulpower? Irwin thought as he watched the crewman stroke the sail beneath him.