Chapter One-Hundred-and-Thirty-Five

Although it was tough to make out the shape of the islands they sailed past and the others told him they ought to stop and check repeatedly, Adam kept driving their vessel west until he was sure that they’d reached the right place.

Something Adam had been curious about, concerning slugwhales and slug dragons, was the fact that they seemed to always stay around in places abandoned by humans. Iffen and Mast-Chewer both subsided within the ruins of large fortress islands, and the slugwhales he’d encountered alongside Emelia had followed a similar trend. He didn’t have any assurances that this theory was absolute, but he used it to guide them since he didn’t have a photographic memory and only possessed a vague idea of where exactly they were supposed to go. After all, their ship didn’t possess a compass.

“I think I see it,” Lasse yelled down from the crow’s nest.

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