On the Gorgon River, aboard the wide-decked armored cargo ship "Nabil," Captain Nabil pulled an iron-gray lever. A rumble and vibration came from beneath his feet, as the powerful mechanical ship slowly accelerated. Ahead, on the river's broad surface, several ships similar to the Nabil also raised their magic energy wingboards, spreading a faintly glowing mist of magic across the entire river.
The voice of the chief engineer came through a nearby brass tube: "Machinery cabin operating normal, Captain!"
A wind filled with moisture blew towards him, the Cecil Clan flag fluttering at the ship's prow. The middle-aged captain left the cabin and stepped onto the upper deck, where he grasped the iron railings and watched the great vessel beneath him slowly accelerate. He felt the surging power within it and breathed a soft sigh.
At any time, the feeling of sailing ahead under the wind can bring peace to a man who has spent half his life with ships.
