The massive fleet sails across the ocean.
Even though each ship is large enough to be considered gigantic, they appear so small when gazing across the ocean.
The days of sailing are slow and dull, described as sticky and gooey, like the dark green seawater cut by the hull of the ship.
This seawater used to be a deep blue.
But at some point, it turned murky and assumed this dark green hue.
Some strong beings with very keen Magic Perception and special races have already sensed that they have entered a new sea domain, where the magic is more chaotic.
This indicates that they might be nearing their destination.
In the sound of the waves day after day, life on the ship has become its own small world over two months.
Adventurers of different races and backgrounds have become familiar with each other in the small but stable space.
Of course, friction is inevitable.
