"I expect I'll be held up by this old man for a while, but I promise I'll hurry back as soon as I can..." Allen promised solemnly. His eyes stung a little too, and his gaze moved over the faces of all The Harrises one by one. Then he simply turned and strode toward the Floating Ship. He had already made up his mind; any further delay would only waste precious time and add to their sorrow.
Several Witches could no longer control their emotions. Tears streamed down their faces as they tried to come over and hug him, only to be held back by the relatively clear-headed wizards beside them.
But even Owen, who seemed the calmest, could not hide the turmoil inside him from Morgan le Fay, whom he was holding back; she could feel it in her husband's faintly trembling body. The Savior's parents could only embrace and lean on each other, giving each other comfort and courage.
By the time Allen boarded the deck, his expression had returned to calm. Standing at the bow, he waved to the wizards below. The Undead Sailors drew up the anchor, and the Floating Ship no longer lingered as it began to rise. The skeletons and the floating Dementors busied themselves, and this Floating Ship, which looked like a ghost ship, finally began to move.
Bang!!!
A silver-gray Charm shot swiftly into the gloomy sky and burst apart above the Floating Ship. The Omniscience Mark now hovered in the overcast heavens.
This Badge was composed of a set square, a compass, clasped hands, and the Eye of Providence surrounded by a triangle, from which dazzling silver light was radiating.
Allen lowered his head and looked down. Owen's back was ramrod straight, one arm raised high, the wand clutched in his