The wind was battering the hull and causing non-stop turbulence. Dauntless was mighty, though; it would outlast the very element of nature it was designed to sail. The rising ocean levels, however; the ship could not long survive them, and every second Rac kept it hovering at barely one foot, he had to keep increasing the altitude.
'Are you sure you want us to leave?' Asked Cali.
Rac grumbled. 'The longer we spend debating that fact, the more likely the decision will be taken from our hands.'
'The Faeries, Grand Council and essentially everybody else wants to control Orka, but they do not understand its power. Never again will the Mer allow their enemies to terraform their world, and right now, that includes us.'
'What did you do to them, Jake?'
'I ensured Mer dominance on Tristren, and in case you haven't noticed, Asher, we are not them, and we cannot live underwater.'
