[Boat — Transit Sea — Day 4]
The first sign that they had entered the Transit Sea was traffic.
Not much — just two commercial ships on the northern horizon, one fishing boat to the west with its nets still in the water. But after three days of seeing nothing but ocean, any sail on the horizon felt like a city.
"Transit zone," said Max from the helm. "Here, the continent's rules still apply. Further on, they don't."
"When is further on?" asked Maya with her notebook open.
"Two days. Maybe three with this wind."
Maya made a note.
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It was Jessica who asked directly.
"Do you know how to sail?"
Max looked at her.
"Enough."
"That doesn't answer the question."
"Yes, it does." Max. "Enough means we get there."
Viktor from the lower deck without looking up:
"The Heralds moved him by sea when they needed to avoid the Temple's Inquisitors. He learned basic navigation out of necessity."
Max looked at him.
"You didn't have to say that."
"It was relevant information."
