Cicy swaggered while steering the wheel, and the Shell lurched forward, completely losing its previous agility. The Brass Dragon didn't know how to operate a ship; he always relied on his wings to traverse mountains and seas. Now, he could only rely entirely on his instincts, gradually familiarizing himself with the operation of this vessel.
Lynch worriedly looked at the river ahead, noticing some whirlpools. Van Dijk had taught him that the most important task for the one steering the ship wasn't just gripping the wheel tightly, but constantly assessing the river's currents to avoid possible undertows and shoals. Especially on an unmarked waterway, experience was often more important than anything else.
