The northeast winds that prevail all year swept across the Bantaan Archipelago.
A fleet of privateer ships wended its way forward on the azure sea.
Byron held the helm of the Golden Deer with his own hands, feeling an unprecedented sense of exhilaration, as if his blood were connected with the ship.
After breaking through to the Flow State, the Storm Knight's ability to "ride" the wind also surged naturally.
Spiritual perception transmitted along the winds, extending to every corner of the pirate ship.
The ship's sails, masts, rudder... even every plank and rope seemed to become an extension of his limbs.
He could control it as he wished, as if directing his own arm.
"Sailing crosswind, adjust one compass point south, port tack. Boatswain, for the foremast, tighten the port brace of the upper yard by one foot..."
Just a few words brought the sailing ship to its optimal state of navigation, the limit of its performance given the current sea conditions.
Harmony!
