Chapter 102: A Fun Day in the Sun (Patreon)

According to my calculations, our voyage from Arno Atoll to Hawaii should have taken three or three and a half days at the most, but no one told the ocean that, so it was unaware of the fact and did as it pleased.

In the initial two days, the wind kept changing direction. At first, I tried tacking, but it was impossible. As I turned right to get some of the wind, it changed direction to the right. As I turned left to catch it, it changed direction to the left. I felt like the wind was playing games with me, changing direction no matter how I adjusted the sails or the boat.

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" I muttered aloud, voicing my exasperation. "I read that this area has excellent trade winds for sailing, so what's this nonsense?" I directed my complaint to the wind.

"Who are you talking to?" Alfonsen asked, bemused.

"The wind."

"And is it talking back?"

"Not yet, but I'm not giving up hope," I replied with a wry grin.

He shook his head, smiling.

Eventually, I conceded defeat with the sails, securing them and relying solely on the engine. Here, too, the ocean behaved erratically—the currents kept pulling the boat in different directions. I had to constantly monitor the compass to adjust our course and keep sailing in the right direction. The different currents also created whirlpools I had to avoid as much as possible, as well as sudden waves that bounced the boat upwards.

My poor guy started feeling sick again, so I kept steering with one hand and casting Healing Touch repeatedly with the other. Towards the first day's evening, the erratic winds calmed down a bit. They were still blowing unfavorably, and we didn't feel like tacking—none of us had the energy to wrestle with the sails, so we continued under engine power. Mahya took charge of navigation for most of the night, giving me a chance to rest and care for Rue. Though he had not fully recovered, he was better, as the tumultuous waves subsided.

A little more laid-back than the first, the second day was still quite similar. The wind still changed direction now and then, so we didn't open the sails; our engine was good enough, and it had enough power to make it to Hawaii three times. The currents also calmed down. They still tried to play tug-of-war with us, but at least there were no whirlpools, so the sailing was relatively less problematic, but still not smooth. At least Rue was feeling better.

Alfonsen took the helm most of the day and did a decent job. So, I let my mind rest and continued to train my mana sense.

When I saw Mahya still flipping through the Bible, an idea struck me. I focused my attention on the Storage, and I found all of Lis' books on parchment. I took them out in twenty-piece sets and examined each one. Although I had yet to learn all the languages, I had enough knowledge to identify the books' content. I had a collection of seventeen books that covered eleven distinct, runic languages. In addition, I had forty-five books of magic script that were not runes.

First, there were the rune languages. These looked like traditional alphabets, but each rune wasn't just a letter—it was a symbol with deep meaning. Think of them as encoding concepts rather than sounds. For example, a rune might represent a specific elemental force, like fire or water, or it could embody an aspect of nature, such as the cycle of life or the power of the seasons. These runes aren't just about communication; they're like condensed capsules of cosmic wisdom, each with its own story.

On the other hand, magic scripts are a different beast altogether. Imagine scripts resembling ancient hieroglyphs or intricate cuneiform tablets with many squiggles and circles thrown in. Instead of comprising simple symbols, these scripts incorporate multiple layers of meaning. Each symbol doesn't limit itself to one concept—it functions as a nexus of ideas that shift depending on the surrounding symbols. Picture a symbol for "protection" that, when combined with others, can also mean "ward against darkness" or "guard the ritual against external interference." These scripts are like puzzles, where the arrangement of symbols holds the key to unlocking their full potential.

In essence, while rune languages are like a direct conversation with the universe—clear and precise in their symbolism—magical scripts are more like cryptic puzzles.

Examining the books, I saw that while some magic script books shared symbols, each contained unique glyphs that were absent in others. Furthermore, I discovered twenty-eight volumes on rituals illustrated with circles, stars, squares, and cubes, as well as over two hundred books on diverse subjects featuring runes or magic script symbols.

I took the whole pile to Mahya and told her, "These are all books of runic languages, magic scripts, or other topics that include some runes or symbols. Don't you think that's enough? I see no reason to search for archaeological finds in order to learn one or two new runes. We'll also visit other worlds; I'm sure we'll find cool stuff there. I don't want to linger too long on Earth to pursue lost knowledge that may or may not exist."

She looked at the whole pile and sighed. "You're right. I knew about your huge library, but it slipped my mind. I also think my father's influence made me start researching this. The subject doesn't interest me, but it made me feel close to my parents."

"When was the last time you saw them?"

"About seventy years in my linear timeline, or a hundred accounting for time skips."

I whistled. "Quite a while. Would you like to see them?"

"I can't. I know a chain of Gates from the technological world from which I set out on a space journey to the new planet destined for colonization. From here, I have no idea. Besides, when I left, my parents also intended to continue traveling. They settled in the world where I was born to raise a family; I was the youngest of three children in my family. My brother and sister left years ago."

"Do you miss them?"

"Yes, but we keep in touch through the Archive. There's not much correspondence, but we exchange information about what's happening with us once every six months or a year."

"Do you know where they are?"

"The last time we corresponded, they decided to face a tech world. They liked my stories about the space travel I did and became intrigued. They were searching for a technologically advanced world where they could experience space travel."

"I hope they enjoy it," I remarked.

"Yeah, me too."

"Do you want me to leave you the books?"

"We're good for now. It'd be great if you could arrange your books on the mezzanine. That way, anyone can get a book."

"I'm going to do it, just need to figure out how to bind them. I'd rather not use rubber bands to keep stacks of paper or parchment together. I'll find some bindings, make actual books out of them, put a cover on to keep the pages safe, and then put them on the shelves."

"Good idea."

She went to the back deck, took out the motorcycle she had already disassembled half of, and continued to tinker with it. I went back to training my mana sense.

The third day finally brought favorable sailing conditions. The sea lay calm; a gentle breeze wafted, and there was no hint of fog, whirlpools, or turbulent waves. According to our Travelers' Map, we were nearly halfway to Hawaii, maintaining our schedule.

Over breakfast, I said to Mahya and Alfonsen, "I want to get the house out so Rue can watch TV. With all he's been through, he deserves it. We also have to practice with the hot-air balloon. This place looks great, and the weather is perfect."

"Will you be acquiring the skill from the Guidance?" Alfonsen asked.

His question surprised me. It never occurred to me to buy the skill, but why not, actually? I had no intention of taking a six-month course on how to fly a hot-air balloon, and I had a lot of points.

"I think so. Mahiya, what do you think?"

"Yes, we have enough points. I'm embarrassed I didn't think of it before, but I'm still stuck in the mindset that points are too valuable to waste on nonsense. But I have over two hundred and fifty points. I can afford it without worries."

"Two hundred and fifty!" Alfonsen exclaimed. "Once we arrive on land, I will need to enroll in a significant number of workshops."

I reassured him with a shoulder squeeze. "We'll take care of you; don't worry."

That morning, Alfonsen seemed unusually cheerful, something I wasn't used to. Usually, he looked displeased, lost in thought, or neutral. He did smile and laugh, but only for specific reasons. But this morning, he was all smiles.

"You seem happy this morning. Did something happen?"

"Indeed, I have reached a resolution."

"Oh, and what did you decide?"

"I have decided not to return. My father will need to conceive a new successor. I aspire to continue my travels, and perhaps, in the distant future, when I grow weary of the journey, I might consider returning to Leylos or seek out a new location to establish roots. But this time, without the burden of establishing a kingdom, it's too arduous."

He said the last sentence with such an expression of disgust that Mahya and I started laughing.

"What happened to your points?" I asked.

"The Guiding Spirits have been kind to me," he replied. "I have lost four points from my total, but I did not lose my mana shield."

"Excellent."

"What are we talking about?" Mahya asked.

"Alfonsen decided to give up his title of heir and continue traveling. He feared losing the mana shield because he exchanged stat points to buy it. But he only lost the points without losing the spell."

Mahya sighed and said, "Congratulations. I wish it would have worked like this, but I converted it by choice to an engineering skill."

"Don't worry," I said. "Either we'll find you a scroll with a different version of this spell, or I'll try to build you a different one. We'll find a solution."

She nodded, and we continued eating.

When we were on the back deck, I asked Mahya, "How should we connect the house?"

She inspected the railing, retrieved an engraving pen, and inscribed some runes. "This will keep the railing from warping or breaking. Take out two chains that you've already carved runes on."

I gave her the chains; she attached the ends to the railing and said, "Take the house out, immediately jump over the railing onto the pontoons, and secure the chains to the house's posts, attaching them on both sides of the stairs."

Following her directions, I completed the connection with a three-meter gap to prevent accidental contact between the house and the boat for safety.

Mahya told me, "Command your house to attach the steps to the boat."

"What do you mean?"

"Just do it; you'll see."

I commanded the house as she said, and the stairs straightened, turning into a ship's ramp and reaching the boat. With sturdy zip ties, Mahya secured the ends to the railing.

"Shorten the chains to match the distance of the stairs," she said.

I adjusted the chains, double-wrapping them around each post before clipping them together.

I called Rue to come to the house, activated the dead zone in the spell room, connected the computer, and gave him snacks for the movie. He kept licking my face and mentally shouting, "John, friend! John, friend!"

I patted him and said, "Have fun, buddy."

Mahya brought me a pile of crystals and said, "Place them in the charging station. I swapped with the full crystals."

We took the balloon out to inflate it but ran into a problem. Every time we watched someone inflate the balloon, they would lay the basket on its side, spread the balloon out fully on the ground, have two people hold the balloon's mouth open, and then a third person would turn on a giant fan that ran on a generator to fill the balloon with air. Only after fully inflating the balloon did they turn on the gas. At first, with the basket lying on its side and the balloon on the ground, then slowly lifted and straightened the basket as the balloon rose.

We tried to spread the balloon on the sea with the e-foils, but the water kept getting in, and we realized it wouldn't work. We were also afraid to turn on the big fan on the boat, lest the mana burn it. The three of us sat on the back deck, deep in thought and trying to find a solution.

Mahya said, "I have the Wind Funnel spell. If you and Alfonsen hold the balloon open, I can fill it with air."

It worked; we filled the balloon, which gave me an idea. Instead of using gas, I poured the Heat spell into the balloon, which slowly rose. We left the gas system in the basket to operate as needed when the balloon was in the air, but for now, I was the "gas."

After the balloon rose almost completely, Mahya climbed into the basket and said, "Hands off," as we heard the operators say.

She turned on the gas, and the balloon rose more. She shouted to me from above, "When the balloon rises to a height of about four or five hundred meters, tie it to the railing."

I gave her a thumbs up, and she kept rising.

"Do you need me for anything else?" asked Alfonsen.

"No. Thank you very much. You can go to sleep."

Alfonsen went to sleep, Mahya reached the desired height, and I tied her to the railing. Rue watched a movie at home, and I went to the helm and started the engine at low speed. I thought it would be more interesting for Mahya if we moved forward. That's how we sailed for half a day. I was at the helm at a low speed, while Mahya was up in the balloon.

At one point, we saw a yacht sailing in the distance. After some time, it was clear they saw us and turned towards us. At first, I thought of urgently calling Rue and storing the house. But if I saw them, they must have already seen the house—especially with binoculars.

They reached us, and we saw a group of young people, maybe fifteen, in their twenties. They took out their phones and took pictures of the boat, the house, and the hot-air balloon.

One of them shouted to me, "You know how to live, bro."

I gave him a thumb-up, and the entire group waved goodbye to me and Mahya before sailing away.

In the evening, Mahya took down the balloon, Rue returned to the boat to eat dinner, and Alfonsen woke up to join us. We all sat together in the saloon and laughed about the people we met that day. We concluded they would talk about us for years.

It was a very fun day in the sun.