For several days after they set sail, conditions at sea were excellent!
Not only was the weather sunny and cloudless, but a steady wind kept blowing from the side, carrying the scent of moisture and salt. It also helped the sailing ships race across the sea with the combined push of the crosswind and ocean currents.
Annie estimated their speed at thirteen to fifteen knots, or around thirty kilometers an hour—roughly the normal speed of a little electric scooter.
That wasn't exactly fast, but it wasn't slow either. After all, she couldn't ask for too much in an age of horseback riding and sword fighting.
Besides, these were only wooden sailing ships. Any faster and they might fall apart.
What's more, they were sailing across the open ocean and could keep going day and night. That worked out to six or seven hundred kilometers a day, which was already pretty good.
Unless they were magical sailing ships, of course. Those might be a little faster, easily covering one or two thousand kilometers a day.
They might even be able to sail at high speed against the wind?
Unfortunately, though, the Ironfist Dynasty of Enroth wasn't the Mage Alliance's kingdom of Bracada. They had no such luxurious magical sailing ships. Having these sailing warships was good enough.
"..."
At that moment, Annie was sitting on the railing along the side of the flagship's deck, her bare legs and feet dangling over the side and swaying with the ship's motion. Her little hood had blown back, and her long red hair streamed behind her in the wind, its strands tangling, separating, then tangling again.
She couldn't be bothered with it. She simply kept sitting on the railing, swinging her feet and enjoying the sea breeze, sunshine, and distant scenery.
The ship continued