It had taken only two days to reach the fifth sea. The princess was on the deck alongside her King as he steered and veered the ship in the direction they were supposed to go in.
Celestiel had not had the opportunity to visit the fifth, as on her initial journey to Calabran, she had passed out and stayed in a week long coma in the fourth sea.
The fifth sea had Islands; small and flat enough for the myriad guards to lay on and watch over the borders of the fifth sea. Surrounded by the multiple islands where the myriad guards sat, scattered around, was a much bigger island.
This one was different from the smaller ones as there were trees and plantations that the smaller ones, which only harboured dry sand, lacked.
As the ship got closer to the centred island, Celestiel could make out the form of a group of people –about four– standing and perhaps, waiting for them?
