As The Northern Gale sailed into the calmer waters of the World Sea, a sense of collective relief washed over the crew.
Captain Jorvik gazed out at the horizon with a veteran's eye. The sea was a fickle mistress, and he knew better than to let his guard down. He turned to Mira and her companions, and with a hint of respect in his gruff voice, he said, "You handled yourselves well back there. Not many could stand against the fury of the Straits like that."
Mira simply nodded but didn't think much of it. "Forget about that. Tell me about the World Sea."
"What'd ya want to know?"
Mira shrugged, "Whatever you have to tell."
Jorvik gave Mira a skeptical look but nodded nonetheless. "The World Sea, as the name suggests, spans the entire world. However, that's 'cause humans haven't explored it enough. In reality, the World Sea is made up of countless different 'pockets' that are different compared to the rest of the ocean, but we just lump them all together for convenience's sake."
