Book 6: Chapter 2
A ship cruised across the ultramarine sea.
Its masts stretched up high, and the bottom of the ship swelled bulbously, giving it the shape of an acorn split in half. It was the size of a small hill. Only trees as tall as the heavens could ever produce an acorn of this size.
This type of vessel was known as a “carrack,” primarily serving as a trade ship that voyaged across oceans. It wasn’t propelled forward by humans rowing oars, but by three thick, white sails that hung on masts to catch the wind.
This time, the boat wasn’t making a shipment. It was transporting the representative of Natra—Wein—to the Patura Archipelago.
“Gweh…”
At the moment, the representative in question was slumped listlessly on the couch of his cabin. Seasick.
“You’re like this every time you’re at sea. You always feel better whenever we reach the port and touch land… Seems like you and boats just don’t mesh, Wein.”
Ninym watched over him worriedly from a chair next to him. She was feeling fine.
“I was surprised myself… It’s not just the rocking of the boat… I mean, the weather…”