Carvings.
Cain closed his eyes...
In his mind, he tried to create a picture. Making a plan was one thing, but pushing things forward, on the right track, was another thing entirely. Some might even argue that they were two separate topics entirely.
'Right now, the ship is sailing south, where the City is supposed to be. Normally, at this speed, it should've taken less than an hour or so, but this cursed world just has to make things difficult.'
'We've been sailing for days on end now and there is still no sign of land. Coul we be on the wrong track? No, that's impossible... If there's one benefit of having this cursed ship, it's that it is the best at circumnavigation. Except there is a fundamental problem, we can't lose our way. I think...'
'That means the city is just that far ahead. But why... An expansion of land and sea shouldn't make the distance ratio so wide, right? Mathematically, it just doesn't make any sense.'