It had taken the entire day just to get to Amorin. However, since the Great Meeting of Everyone was to take place in two days, a weary band of elves board several ships and leave for Capital Port. Nicolai is surprisingly quiet as the armies gather on the boats. Urza, Sarah, Nicolai, Aglard, and their subordinates board the most magnificent ship, a golden steamer with several sails. Something about the ship as a whole fits the tastes of Nicolai, who thinks the ship is lavish but not lavish to a point of eye-straining. Sarah, on the other hand, asks Nicolai a question.
"Does this pink and purple ship suit you Nicolai? Sorry, there wasn't a better ship."
"Wait, pink and purple? Last I thought, this ship was greenish-bluish." pipes in Primo.
Sarah then realizes that the ship automatically finds what color each person hates and transforms into that color, but only to an extent where the ship is still pleasing. No one knows the true color of the ship Magnificence.
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Following this, a meal is eaten by all the ones on the ship, before everyone heads off to bed.
The next morning, Nicolai awakens to find a beautiful sunrise, closely observed by Sarah. Primo's snores are evident, and so Nicolai shuts the door to the cabin hastily, but Sarah still notices.
"Hello, Nicolai. What are you doing so early in the morning?"
"Oh, nothing. This is considered late compared with my normal wake-up time."
Both statements are true.
Both statements are true.
"Really?"Sarah says in astonishment."You get up that early?"
"Of course. Why not? I mean, is five hours of sleep bad?"
Sarah, being an experienced elven medic, replies,"Of course! Five hours of sleep is barely any! You need to get more sleep Nicolai. I'm surprised you don't pass out every-"
BLARRRRRRRRRR!
Sarah is cut off by a foghorn signifying the docking in Capital Port. In the cabin, a noise that sounds like a combination between a cough, snort, snore, sneeze, and wheeze is heard. Nicolai and Sarah rush in to the cabin to find Primo lying on his bed, having woken everyone who slept through the foghorn. (which was a lot of people, since the cabin blocked most external sounds)
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