A few hours passed before Commander One finally sent someone to find me.
By then I had already explored a considerable portion of the armada. The fleet itself fascinated me far more than I expected.
At first glance the ships looked similar to ordinary vessels sailing across an ordinary ocean, but that illusion quickly disappeared the moment I began speaking with the souls living aboard them.
Many of them were old. Not old in appearance but in existence.
One old elemental soul I met while wandering through a market type district built on the upper deck of a transport vessel casually informed me that he had been operating his shop for nearly three thousand years. An aqua female managing a repair dock claimed she had witnessed the rise and fall of seven different armadas stretching across ten thousand years.
One particularly grumpy blacksmith informed me that he had stopped counting his age after the first millennium because "it stopped being impressive."
