The senior crew members and Gauss ate relatively well.
Cured meat, cheese, dried fruit, and even a few apples and oranges.
Breakfast ended amidst the rising sunlight and the sounds of sailors loudly drinking.
Fully sated, the sailors quickly tidied up and took their positions.
"Raise anchor! Hoist the sails!" Captain Fern stood at the helm and issued commands loudly.
The winch turned, lifting the heavy iron anchor with a splashing sound.
The sailors shouted in unison, pulling the ropes together as the massive sails slowly rose along the masts, catching the gentle morning sea breeze.
The Seagull began to move again.
Some time later.
Gauss looked at the reefs not far on either side of the ship, displaying concern on his face.
The huge black reefs, jagged and overlapping, rose several meters above the sea, resembling twisted spires, while most of their mass lurked underwater, revealing ominous shadows only when waves swept past.
