The ocean is like a blue earth, but it is flatter.

If Maisie had been there, she would have clamored to tell herself how far she was from the island, and now there was only the sound of the waves clapping the ship in her ear.Although it was a bit boring to listen to for a long time, it was a lucky beat for the crew, which meant that today was a good day to sail.

Well, there’s one more thing now, Ashes thought.Footsteps pressed against the old teak, making a slight squeak—someone was coming toward her.

"I didn't expect you to really live on Sleep Island," a white-haired old man walked up to her and put his hands on the railing, "although it looks very large, but once the tide rises, most of the land will be flooded by the sea, and it is not suitable for settlement."Why not live in the Bay of the Moon?It is the second largest island in the fjord and there are still many uninhabited open spaces.”

Jack, the captain of the beauty, as the name, wore an eye mask on his face that completely covered his left eye.He was also one of the few captains willing to deliver supplies to the witch, and the people of the fjord, though not as much as the kingdom continent, were not as much detestable as the witches, but they did not like to deal with outsiders.

“Not everyone is so willing to deal with witches as you are,” the Ashes laughed, “and the sleeping island is indeed submerged by the sea, but it is precisely because of this that it is clearly the third largest area in the fjord islands, and it is still a desert island.”

“The third area is not the third place of habitation,” said Captain Jack, shrugging, “and it makes no sense to be large, for example, the burning islands.”

“What witches do best is to change nature,” she said seriously, “and besides, this island will be our home.”As long as there is no suppression of the Church, we can create a completely different world, a whole new world.”She paused for a moment, “How long have you been on Sleeping Island?”

The captain took off his hat and touched the back of his head, "It's almost a month, the last time I sent a group of witches and filled the warehouse with pearl rice."Seriously, the little girls frolicked in the boat and made my crew stupid.You know how hard it is for young lads to wander at sea, like a volcano that is about to erupt at any time, but thankfully I stopped them.Otherwise my beloved ship will suffer.”

Ashes automatically ignored his second half of the words, “One month is enough time to change the earth, Mr. Captain.I bet the sleeping island you see this time will be very different from what you remember it to be.”

“Yes?”Jack whistled, “Then I’ll expect... wait, what’s that?”He poked his body out of the ship’s port and looked forward, “Monkey!There seems to be something in front of the mast!”

The sailor, known as the monkey, climbed to the top of the mast and raised his lookout, “Cape, it must be an island!”

“The island?"What are you talking about," said the captain, taking a look at the north needle, "how can there be any other islands near us besides the sleeping island?"

“But it’s really an island, sir, I swear!”

“You swear to fuck me.”Jack took off his hat.

"No, no, sir, you still don't come up here, the wind is strong here," the monkey observed for a while, "the three gods are up!"He cried incredulously, “I know, it’s a sleeping island!”It's getting high!"

...

As the beauty slowly approached the dock of the sleeping island, a boatman could hardly believe her eyes.

The towering island rises above sea level like a hill, and the walls are straight and steep, at least a few feet from the top.

The ash arrived on the island for the first time, and the reaction was much calmer than most, which became a symbol of calm and confidence in Captain Jack’s eyes.

"You won," he said, "I didn't think you could make an island rise, and it's no wonder that the church's madmen are disgusted with witches, which are about to be comparable to God."

"Uncle Jack, it's not what you say that the island rises," laughed the little girl who was standing by the dock, "we just built a circle of walls around the sleeping island, and you'll know when you come in with us."Then she turned to the ashes and bowed her head, "You have come back at last, and Mr. Tilly has been saying you for a long time."

Ash touched her head, “No more polite, Molly.It will trouble you to carry something later."

“Skin it on me,” the little girl whispered.

When the sailor moved the grain from the cabin to the dock, Molly summoned her magical servant—a pale blue sphere with two arms that could be changed at will.It put more than a dozen bags of grain into its arms, then turned into a mesh, holding the bag steadily and floating to half empty.“Let’s go,” she said proudly.

"Oh, what a convenient ability," said the captain, "you see that without the boys, there are so many of you who are no more than a little girl."

The dock was repaired in the half-waways of the island, and a group of people circled up the stairs, and when they climbed to the top of the island, the ash instantly understood the meaning of "building a circle of walls around the island."

It was not the island that rose, but they raised the outline of the island—the whole sleeping island became a basin, surrounded by a thick circle of edges.At the edge of this circle is the wall in Molly's mouth, and there are many downward stairs on the inside of the wall, and the bottom is the body of the sleeping island.

"It's incredible," said Captain Jack, "you have turned the island into a city."Imagine what it would be like if it were high?“Oh my God, you’re going to live below sea level!”

"Indeed it is," said Molly, with a smile, "so we have two docks, one on the bottom of the sea and one on the sea."Of course, it is also true to say that one is repaired on the surface of the sea, and one is repaired in mid-air.”

Walking to the middle of the island, where a variety of houses have been built here, unlike the common wooden houses or masonry houses, these buildings are as if they had grown out of the ground, and the feet and the ground were completely connected.Undoubtedly, together with the walls, they are the masterpieces of Lotus.

"Sister Ash, the northernmost house is the palace of Mr. Tiley, and I will take the captain to deliver it, and you will not have to accompany me, but to see the grown-up first," the little girl waved.

The ash nodded, and after saying good-bye to the two, he walked quickly north.Along the way, she saw many familiar faces, and they bowed their heads to themselves or waved with a smile.The witch's home, the word became brighter and brighter in the ashes, filled her with strength.

The creator of this home is Tily Wimbledon, the king of witches.

Unlike the royal palace, this spacious room was unguarded and unlocked, and the ashes went straight through the vestibular court and into the hall, where a familiar back appeared before her.

She crept over to each other and reached out and covered the gray woman’s eyes.

"I noticed you at the door," he laughed, "and don't forget how I got you out of the crowd."

The transcendor has the ability to sense magic, and the superfans feel more strongly to each other, this connection from magic, like an invisible bond, firmly connected her with Tiley.

"I'm back."The ash whispered.

"Well," Tilly responded heartily, "welcome home."(Unfinished.