After several more days of being tossed about at sea, Deren finally adapted to the ship's swaying rhythm with the waves.
That night, Deren had a strange dream.
It had been a long time since Deren had dreamed of his hometown.
Yes, the world from before he had crossed over.
He dreamed of his parents from his previous life again.
As well as his university campus and classmates.
Just as he was about to catch up with the beautiful class president and tell her that he had a daughter in Azeroth, born to Jaina—
Her face suddenly turned into that of the Black Dragon Companion, and Deren jolted awake.
After taking a moment to recover, he realized he was still locked in Ragnaros's bed—no, on Ragnaros's ship.
Wiping away his cold sweat, he leaned against the wall and stood on the bed, looking toward the air vent. It was already daylight outside.
Using the dim light, he scratched a tally mark into the wall with his fingernail.
After counting all the marks again, he found there were already ten.
That meant he had been drifting at sea for ten days.
His face was still pale. Though the churning sensation in his stomach had not completely faded, at least he was no longer vomiting himself senseless.
"Lord Deren, are you feeling any better? You should eat at least a little." The guard, Jerry, entered the cramped cabin carrying a tray. On it were a piece of black bread and half a cup of water.
Deren forced himself upright and weakly waved a hand. "Just leave it there for now."
An immortal body did not mean invulnerability. Elune's blessing could preserve his youth and grant him a long life, but it could not eliminate the weakness caused by hunger and seasickness.
He