Letters should be sent, not carried.

I checked the map and the compass with Eric in the control room. Eric carried a grudge from last time and took it upon himself to commandeer the vessel. The small steering wheel of the steam-powered yacht swiveled around and led us away from the royal capital of Elisbonear.

We continued eastward for a few hours, deep into the wavy waters and away from any landmass. The island we were headed to serves as a secret and the most important military base in Elisbonear. A modernistic facility that unstable countries like Zakall could not hope to replicate.

"I think this is about as far as you said? Where's your guy?" Eric asked.

"Well, we should see their ride anytime now..."