The ocean is like the blue earth, but flatter.
If Maisie was here, she would definitely report to herself how far she was from the island. Now, she could only hear the sound of the waves hitting the side of the boat. It was a bit tedious to listen to, but it was a lucky beat for the crew, which meant today was a good day for sailing.
Well, there's one more now, Ashes thought. The footsteps were pressed on the old teak board, and someone was walking towards her with a slight creaking sound.
"I didn't expect you to live on Sleeping Island," an old man with white hair walked up to her and put his hands on the railing, "Although it looks huge there, when the tide is high, most of the land will be submerged by sea water. , not suitable for settlement. Why not live in Crescent Moon Bay? It is the second largest island in the fjord, and there are still many uninhabited open spaces."
Jack One-Eyed, the captain of the Pretty Beauty, just like the name, wears an eye patch on his face, which completely covers his left eye. He is also one of the few people in Captain Fjord who is willing to deliver supplies for witches. Although they don't hate witches as much as the kingdom mainland, they also don't like to pay attention to outsiders.
"Not everyone is as willing to deal with witches as you are," Ashes smiled, "Sleeping Island will indeed be submerged by sea water, but it is precisely because of this that it ranks third in terms of area among the Fjord Islands, and it still remains to this day. It's a desert island."
"The third area is not equal to the third living area," Captain Jack shrugged. "If it can't live in people, it doesn't matter how big it is, such as the Burning Fire Islands."
"What a witch is best at is changing nature," she said seriously, "not to mention, this island will become our home. As long as there is no suppression by the church, we can create a completely different world, a... brand new world. ." She paused for a moment, "How long have you been to Sleepy Island?"
The captain took off his hat and stroked the back of his head, "It's been about a month. Last time, I sent a batch of witches and a warehouse full of pearl rice. Seriously, the way that group of little girls were playing on the boat made my crew look stupid. You know how hard it is for young lads to float on the sea, like a volcano about to erupt at any moment, but luckily I stopped them. Otherwise my beloved ship will suffer."
Ashes automatically ignored the second half of his words, "One month is enough time to change earth-shaking, Mr. Captain. I bet that the Sleeping Island you see this time will be very different from what you remember."
"Really?" Jack whistled, "then I'm expecting... wait, what is that?" He leaned over the side of the boat and looked forward, "Monkey! Up the mast, there seems to be something ahead !"
The sailor, known as the monkey, climbed to the top of the mast with his hands and feet, and raised his observation glass, "Boss, that should be an island!"
"Island? What nonsense are you talking about," the captain took out a compass and glanced at it. "How could there be other islands near us besides Sleeping Island?"
"But it's really an island, boss, I swear!"
"You swear to fuck up, let me come." Jack took off his hat and said.
"No, no, boss, don't come up here, it's windy here," the monkey observed for a while, "Three gods are on top!" he shouted in disbelief, "I know, it's a deep sleep. Island! It's getting taller!"
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When the Pretty Beauty was slowly approaching the pier of Sleeping Island, the crew could hardly believe their eyes.
The towering island stands above the sea level like a hill, with straight and steep walls, at least a few feet away from the top.
Ashes arrived on the island for the first time, and the reaction was much calmer than most people, which became a symbol of calm and self-confidence in Captain Jack's eyes.
"You won," he sighed. "I didn't expect that you could actually make an island rise. It's no wonder that the madmen in the church hate witches. This is almost comparable to the gods."
"Uncle Jack, it's not like you said that the island is raised," the little girl who was standing at the pier greeted her with a smile, "We just built a city wall around the sleeping island. You can go in with us later and have a look. Got it." After speaking, she turned to Ashes and bowed her head in a salute, "You are finally back, Lord Tilly has been talking about you for a long time."
Ash touched her head, "Don't be too polite, Moryl. I'll have to trouble you with carrying things later."
"Wrap it on me," the little girl said, patting her chest.
After the sailors carried the grain from the cabin to the dock, Moriel summoned her magical servant, a pale blue sphere, with two arms that could change at will. It gathered more than a dozen bags of grain into its arms, and then its arms turned into a mesh, hugged the bags firmly, and floated to the air. "Let's go," she said triumphantly.
"Oh, it's such a convenient ability," the captain stroked his hand. "Seeing that there are no lads, so many of you can't compare to a little girl."
The pier was built on the half waist of the island, and the group circled up the stairs. When they reached the top of the island, Ashes instantly understood the meaning of building a city wall around the island.
It wasn't that the island was raised, but they raised the outline of the island and the whole Sleeping Island became a basin, surrounded by a thick rim. The edge of this circle is the city wall in Moriel's mouth. There are many downward stairs on the inside of the city wall, and the bottom is the body of Sleeping Island.
"It's… unbelievable," Captain Jack smacking his lips. "You've turned the island into a city. Imagine what it would be like when the tide was high? God, you'd be living below sea level!"
"That's true," Moriel said while covering her mouth with a smile, "so we have two piers, one on the bottom of the sea and one on the sea. Of course, it is also correct to say that one is built on the sea and the other is built in the air. ."
Going to the center of the island, all kinds of houses have been built here. Unlike the common wooden houses or masonry houses, these buildings seem to grow out of the ground, and the feet of the houses are completely integrated with the ground. There is no doubt that they, together with the city walls, are the masterpieces of Lian.
"Sister Ash, the northernmost house is Lord Tilly's palace. I'll take the captain to deliver the goods. You don't have to accompany me. Go see the Lord first," the little girl waved.
Ash nodded, and after saying goodbye to the two of them, he walked quickly towards the north. Along the way, she saw many familiar faces, and they all bowed their heads to her, or waved with a smile. The witch's home, the word grew brighter and brighter in Ash's heart, filling her with strength.
And the founder of this home is Tilly Wimbledon, the king of witches.
Unlike the palace of the royal family, this spacious room has no guards and no locked doors. Ashes walked directly through the vestibule and into the hall, only to see a familiar figure appearing in front of her.
She tiptoed behind him and covered the gray-haired woman's eyes with her hands.
"I noticed you as early as the door," the other party smiled, "don't forget how I found you out of the crowd."
The superhumans have the ability to sense magic power, and the supernatural beings have a stronger sense of each other. This connection originating from magic power is like an invisible bond that firmly connects her and Tilly.
"I'm back," Ash said softly.
"Well," Tilly responded cheerfully, "Welcome home." (. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote, your support is my biggest motivation. Please come.)