A crystal shimmerimg spectral pirate ship glides through a nebula stream of outer space. The sails made of starlight. Galaxies reflect onto...

Night turned to day, a day to night. The land materialized into a beautiful sight. When the ship touched to waters, thought a hundred miles away, was actually lightyears into... a magical bay. There were no limits to the sky, as the vortex faded, the phantom ship's reality adjusted; miraculously upgraded. It glided through with an illuminated glow, that hinted at the tech that enveloped the bow. To travel through time and space as if a shooting star, surrounded within a veil like a crystalline jar. The captain of Edward (with decades of experience), stood at the wheel, turning and moving and guiding by feel. He navigated the water with effortless ease, and out of the bay, into a vast world of seas. Continuing story of @pendrago