In the days following the public unveiling of Hope, the ship did not simply vanish back into hiding like some mythical beast retreating to its cave. No—Hope sailed.
Not far, not fast. But enough to remind the people that it was real. That what they saw that day hadn't been an illusion or a fleeting spectacle.
Captain Elric, now proudly donning his naval coat—dark blue with golden edges stitched in the shape of waves—took to the sea with his modest but growing crew. None of them had the polished experience of a seasoned sailor, let alone the background to man something as uniquely constructed as Hope. But they were learning. Slowly but surely, each voyage became smoother, each maneuver more controlled.
