You sail, and you sail, and you sail.
You float in a vast fizzy expanse for what seems like forever, underneath the churning and groaning guts of hungry whales. After what feels like an eternity, you finally see a small outcrop of land- what must be Pentel. You let a warm breath escape from your throat.
Two deep, guttural gurgles fill the sky.
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