The weather was a lot better. A slight breeze from the east, no real waves to talk of, and the sun shone from clear skies.
The storm had faded hours ago, and the waves had calmed, the wind dying down and the clouds clearing.
It had come as a relief for all of us, to be honest.
"How does it look?", Alexis asked the crewman that climbed back onto the deck via a rope. He sat down on the railing, and brushed his blonde hair back behind his long ears, "Not good, captain," he said, "The spike is jutting four arm lengths out of the hull. The other end is even worse, six lengths."
Alexis let out a curse but nodded, giving his shoulder a tap, "Good work, Adri."
"How's it looking?" Sheila asked as we walked up to them.
"Bad," Alexis said and shook her head, "We can't sail with that spike like that. It's killing our speed even if we could be sure the hull would hold."
I nodded, "Big 'if'," I agreed, "That patch is very sketchy, and while I think the patch will hold, I'm nowhere near as confident about the surrounding wood."
Alexis nodded in agreement, "Yeah. Pretty much what I figured as well. But we are going to need to remove it."
Ren frowned, "Can we even do that? That's a big hole."
Alexis looked towards another man I didn't know, "Mister Kalfer?"
The older man shook his head, "Nothing permanent I could handle at sea. Normally I would say we're lucky to even be alive right now, but maybe your friends could craft some sort of sorcery."
"Still lucky," I admitted, "It's… I don't know. The moment that thing is removed, that hold is going to flood in seconds. I'm fast at quicksmithing, but I'm not that fast."
Ren looked thoughtful, "Perhaps ice? Worked before."
"Can't if we want to remove it," Alexis said and rubbed the bridge of her nose, "Damn it. Okay, there isn't much else to do about it, we're going to need to get her out of the water if we're to fix this."
Mister Kalfer shook his head, "If she holds long enough, it will take weeks to repair properly."
"I should be able to reinforce the hull," I supplied, "But I can't do miracles, I can only work with what materials I have."
Alexis nodded, "Do what you can," she sighed, "Mister Barlow, set a course towards the closest suitable island. Best possible speed."
They moved away, orders being shouted, and the crew bursting into action as Alexis looked to me, "I don't suppose you cracked that flying ship thing you were working on."
"Sure," I said with a shrug, "Want this bitch to fly? Can do that easily enough when not working on pure enchanting work. Using mechanisms, it's not that difficult if you're not being fancy about it. Do you have four tons of adamantium, about two thousand yards of sail fabric, two tons of mithril, about ten flawless gems the size of your fist, and a month or so to work? Oh, and a couple of fire elementals would be useful."
That got a slight laugh from her, "I'll check the holds. Just do what you can."
"Will do," I said and leaned against the railing, looking out over the sea as she moved off to get to work.
"Good work last night," I said and put my arm around Ren.
"Couldn't exactly help much with the rest," she said and leaned slightly against me, "...And it helped keep my mind off the seasickness, having something to do."
That got a small laugh from Sheila on her other side, "Oh, so that's how you fix that. Good to know," before she leaned forward, peering down into the water, "...You know, I bet we could remove that thing."
I eyed her, "What are you thinking?"
"Tuned magic shield," she said and looked at me, "Think you two could do that?"
I hesitated and frowned, "I… maybe?" I said with a frown, "Allowing matter to move through it but still keeping the water out," I said and looked down at the water, "I did read something about a water shield before, they used it in... what's it called? Vashj'ir? Never tried it, and it was a spell, not an enchantment…"
How did it go again? I'm going to need to recreate it.
"I need parchment."