Frostbound

Even though we boarded early and most things were already strapped down, it still took us a good chunk of time to finally shove off and begin moving.

It wasn't long, barely an hour or so, but it gave everyone time to grow accustomed to the boat and walking around. Looking at Abigail and her ability to instantly be fine, I revised that statement. It gave time to those who needed it.

Jonathan was still visibly uncomfortable, but there was nothing I could do about that. I was getting there but it was still odd to have the give under my feet when I walked, but I was making do.

Most of my strength came from my legs when I swung and having that taken away took some adjusting.

I wasn't sure if what I felt was real or not, but it was like I was heavier. The boat we were on was large, large enough to store hundreds of crates of materials as well as house nearly a hundred people, yet it felt like my steps caused it to rock back and forth.

When comparing my weight to the boats, it wasn't something that should be happening and it made me nervous. Are my feet pushing off too hard?

Even adding the armor I wore and my hammer, it wasn't enough to cause such a disturbance.

Nothing we knew said we would get heavier as we leveled.

"Raise the anchor!" The call went out and I didn't get any more time to think about it.

The rush when creating the boats forced the shipyards to focus on certain things above others. The main thing they had to do was make sure the hull was strong enough so it wouldn't sink when attacked.

We were set to try and not let that happen, but they had to reinforce the hulls anyway, just in case. In doing so, there were certain things that were left out of the finished product.

Masts and sails being one of them.