The sea was like a blue earth, only more flat.
If Maggie were here, she would have been constantly chirping to inform her how far the island was. But right now, all she could hear was the sea waves crashing against the sides of the ship. Although it sounded a little monotonous, for the crew, it was actually a lucky beat, as it meant that today was a good day for sailing.
Oh, now there was another one, Ashes thought. The footsteps were banging against the old teak board, issuing a slightly squeaky sound—someone was coming over to her.
"I don't expect that you've actually settled down in Sleeping Island." A white-haired old man stepped to her side, resting his hands on the railing. "That place seems spacious but once the tide rises, most of the land will be flooded by the sea, so it's not suitable for settling down. Why not live in Crescent Moon Bay? It's the second largest island among the Fjords and there're still many uninhabited spaces there."
