“Raise anchor,” he barked, reemerging onto the main deck.
The lines to the port pylons were untied, and the sandbags cushioning the ship against the wharf were raised. The day-sails were unfurled to catch the wind, and the shoreline receded slowly as the ship inched into open water.
The Jidaelni didn’t wield, which meant Cezon couldn’t overtly use magic. Once they were level with the last of the rock breakwaters that shaped the harbor, his crew could fill the sails with airmagic. That was the only option if they wanted to make any headway—unfurling the large sails was out of the question, not while they were within sight of Geiln.
Cezon signaled to Mauler, and he and the other air wielders took their positions and started weaving subtle spells. As Cezon shouted at Iako to get his sorry
