Once the anchor was completely reeled in, Kiernan hopped onto the deck of the flying ship.
It felt very secure and wasn't as shaky as he expected it to be—it was, strangely enough, more stable than a normal ship on a sea.
"Watch out!"
Men—heavy-looking and shirtless—ran past him and grabbed the enormous oars with an iron grip.
"Haa!"
They pulled them through the air with violent strength, sending the boat slicing through the clouds.
Forth and back—the oars sliced through the air like giant knives, and the ship zoomed across the sky, leaving a trail of white mist in its wake.
The sudden burst of speed almost made Kiernan fall down to his buttocks, but he quickly used his Sea Steps and balanced himself.
"Welcome on board, New Rakuya's representative."
At that moment, a heavy-stepped man walked to him with a bushy brown beard and a stern expression on his face.
He wore a brown tricorn hat that had seen better days and had iron brass knuckles screwed into his knuckles.
