Chapter EightAs the ship flew in the sky, Amethyst was on deck, feeling the night air and staring at the stars sparkling above. Her hair had changed to a light blue as she walked to the edge of the surface, and viewed the ocean below, the reflection of the moonlight on the waters. Her mother would love to see this, she thought to herself.
“Beautiful sight, be it not?” Black Falcon spoke as he walked over with a large bottle in hand.
“It is, and with this flying ship, we should reach our destination soon.”
“Yarr, but ‘tis be somethin’. A ship that can fly.”
“Have you never seen one before?” Amethyst moved her eyes to him.
“No, ‘n I saw strange thin’s in me life, but ‘tis be somethin’ else. How ‘bout yourself?”
“I did, but only the outline.” Amethyst rested her chin on the rail. “A big
