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Forged by hands long forgotten and imbued with sorcery of a caliber scarcely comprehensible, its keel was said to cleave the waters as a blade carves flesh, and its sails whispered secrets to the heavens themselves.

Yet, in a moment of unfathomable caprice, the Honeywind fell victim not to storm nor steel, but to a golden swarm, bees of no mortal ilk, their forms spun from sunlight and imbued with the vitality of the earth's own breath.

The crew, though stalwart, could not contend with such otherworldly fervor. They fled, abandoning their charge to the mercy of the swarm. But the bees were no mere invaders; they were creators, architects of a metamorphosis both grotesque and sublime. Over days that bled into nights, the ship was transfigured.

Now, the Honeywind roams, a sanctum adrift upon currents both celestial and terrestrial, its course governed by an intelligence beyond mortal reckoning. Whispers abound that the bees within possess a wisdom unfathomable, their honey a golden ichor said to heal not merely the body, but the soul itself. Yet to approach the ship is to gamble with fate, for not all who seek the Honeywind return.



A ship made with anasthesya!
The Captain