We had been drifting across the vast ocean for a week.
The road ahead was still long, but thankfully, Davina's body wasn't prone to seasickness—otherwise, I would've been sprawled out in the cabin like a washed-up ragdoll by now.
Life at sea was... uneventful. Wake up to the sunrise, eat, pace around the deck, and crawl back into bed with the sound of waves whispering lullabies in my ear.
The journey had been surprisingly smooth. No storms, no rogue tides. According to the captain, we might even reach Verelen within another week.
It should have taken over a month, but thanks to Xavier's uncanny ability to chart a route along the strongest tailwinds, we cut that time in half.
Even the veteran captain had raised an eyebrow at Xavier's uncanny grasp of ocean currents and wind speeds. It was like he'd lived his whole life on a ship.
At first, I suspected he might've been a noble from Verelen. Now I was beginning to wonder… was he actually a pirate?
