Kaelen and the others finally reached the abandoned port, its weathered wooden docks creaking softly as the waves gently lapped against the worn-out piers. The air was thick with the scent of saltwater, and seagulls cawed lazily overhead, their cries echoing over the desolate area.
As they stepped onto the cracked stone pathways leading deeper into the port, their eyes were drawn to a large ship docked at the far end. Unlike the rest of the decrepit surroundings, the ship seemed well-preserved, its hull gleaming faintly under the sunlight, with intricate runes carved into the wood along its sides. A subtle, pulsating glow emanated from the symbols, marking it as something more than just an ordinary vessel.
Guinevere was the first to step forward, her eyes wide with fascination. "This… this is no ordinary ship. These runes—they're imbued with magic. This could take us across the sea faster than anything else we've seen."
