The ripples were like breaths.
"We are approaching the Flying Whale Sea," said one of them.
The young men and women on the three boats looked out at the sea ahead with anticipation, fear, and excitement.
The boats were pulled by flying whales, mounted by warriors from the tribe.
The leading two warriors not pulling the boats looked at each other and smiled, reminiscing about the days they had tamed their own flying whales.
"Ore, watch me, I will be the first to tame a flying whale," a young man said spiritedly to the girl named Ore.
"I just hope you don't get eaten," Ore said, shading her eyes with her hand as she gazed at the shimmering sea.
The domain of the Flying Whale Sea was vast and majestic.
They had departed when the stars were brightest, and arrived at this sea area when the sun was directly overhead.
"Oh! Oh!" a flying whale warrior roared, drawing the attention of the young men and women.
