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The morning dawned cold and quiet. A cool breeze swept over the deck as I wrapped my fur coat closer around me. Before me was a ship railing, and beyond that was the foggy waters of Alexandria’s bay. “Why can’t these adventures start out in a comfortable carriage. . .” I mumbled.
I stood on the deck of Magnus’s vessel, the Blå Engel. She was a full-rigged sailing ship that stretched three hundred feet from bow to stern. The tallest mast stretched a hundred and fifty feet above my head, and between the deck and the tip were a dozen square sails of various sizes. Half of them were drawn up, and a dozen sailors worked at securing the others as a gentle breeze pushed us along the open seas.
The bay of Alexandria was far behind us, and had been for a day. All around was was stretche
