1821 Baymard At Last

"Land! Land! Over there, I see Land!" 

Julian was jumping up and down like crazy, after seeing the faraway sight grow larger and larger from his floor to ceiling window. 

4 PM.

Their surroundings were dark and snowing lightly, causing a thin mist of snow to swallow the faraway shores. Yet, it couldn't hide the magnificence and splendor his eyes were witnessing. 

Julian's eyes darted back and forth with an unfathomable gaze that seemed to keep his voice choked up in his throat. 

This was unscientific.

How can it be so bright and big?

Inches behind Julius, Bilthozar appeared like a ghost with the pocket sized Baymardian/Mirv Dictionary in his hand. 

Yes! Yes! Yes! 

As said before, they spent at least 6 hours a day learning Pyron for over a month now. 

No joke, Landon took on the task of teaching them, as if in a classroom.