Land of Magic

135

After four days, the names of the ship’s numerous parts had been firmly imprinted in his memory. Despite its modest appearance, the ship flew at a very decent speed and maneuvered well.

Once, the coxswain had fallen asleep during his night shift (he had later lost some teeth because of it), and they’d had to tack between the peaks of a mountain range, a maneuver which had been as fascinating as it had been frightening.

“Hadjar!” Someone shouted from the deck. “Come here! Let’s play!”

Soldiers didn’t help maintain or fly the ship. All they did was sleep, drink, and gamble. The five soldiers who’d invited him to join them had put aside their simple Heaven level weapons, and were now throwing dice and playing cards, laughing at the sailors as they went about their business. Someone was always scurrying about the deck, tending to this or that.

Hadjar served as a watchman. He didn’t need coin or food, as he could live without food and water for a month thanks to his abilities.

As for the