A man emerged from the location, his body appearing both corporeal and incorporeal—composed of dense water. He had a long beard, a tall hat, and clothes that reminded me of European fashion from the 1500s.
He approached us and bowed with an elegant, respectful demeanor.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I am the spirit of this ship, and also its captain. My name is Brendo.”
After saying that, he looked at all of us and added,
“It seems none of you hold formal authority over the ship, but…”
He turned his gaze to Eliane and Leonardo.
“…some of you appear to have formed a contract with the lesser artifact—my younger brother. In any case, I’ve been commanded to obey you until the time limit expires. So, which direction do you intend to go?”