Chapter 103: The Echidna Triangle Gyre
Late November, and the sky was unusually clear, a rare sunny day that brightened the spirits of the two hundred ships sailing in a sprawling formation across the sea. The fleet, its white sails glimmering under the sun, stretched far and wide, a floating forest that disappeared into the horizon. So vast was the gathering that even the fastest seabird would take hours to cross it in its entirety.
