To be honest, traveling by sea was rather boring. The first time one set sail, it might have been enjoyable, but once one had grown used to the sights of the ocean, it all became meaningless. Many people regarded sailing as a very interesting kind of journey, but in truth, one of the most boring forms of travel in the world was sitting on a ship and sailing across the sea!
The ocean was vast—vast beyond the imagination of ordinary people. As long as one was at sea, all one could see in every direction was azure water, with nothing else in sight. After enough time, people naturally became weary of it. In severe cases, they might even feel inexplicable anxiety, nausea, dizziness, and vertigo. That was why sailors who spent long periods at sea mostly enjoyed gambling and drinking heavily; only through such things could they resist that unprovoked anxiety.
Solam was more or less in that state now. Not long ago, he had already spent nearly two months sailing. After only resting for a few days in Athkatla, he had set sail again, which did not make Solam particularly happy.
In fact, if he had a choice, Solam preferred traveling overland. It was more interesting, because land travel allowed one to encounter all sorts of people and things one had never seen before. That was what gave travel meaning. But there was no helping it. The continent was truly chaotic now. If Solam intended to travel to Waterdeep by land, he would have to cross the Greenfields, where all manner of monsters and barbarians gathered, as well as the territories of the feudal lords throughout the Western Heartlands.
That region had already become a complete mess. Every kind of power and race was waging bloody war in this