It all came to pass as experienced in my vision. For one exact moment at least. Our ship was clipping along, the bow wave curling just below the painted eyes.
Rumble and I passed by Noralei and Dunfallon as they ended their shift. They were smiling and laughing and had found their first watch exhilarating.
The captain was very satisfied with our progress.
But then at midday the wind that had been steadfastly favorable dropped off entirely. And the images from my vision evaporated.
There was not a breath of air from any quarter that would fill our sails.
So, between us, Rumble and I convinced the captain to try a different method. At our instruction he wet the sails down and with me behind the first and Rumble the second, we beat our wings and created our own breeze. Though far from as fast as before we at least maintained some forward momentum.
Even with frequent rests, we were quite tired by the end of our watch. And left the chore to Noralei with the caution to rest often.