Release that Witch

The ocean is like a blue earth, but it is flatter.

If Mai Mai is there, he will certainly report to himself how far away from the island. Today, only the sound of the waves hitting the ship's side is in her ear. Although listening for a long time is a bit tedious, it is a lucky beat for the crew, which means that today is a good weather for sailing.

Oh, now there is another more, the ashes think. The footsteps pressed against the old teak board, and a slight squeaking sound was coming to her.

"I didn't expect you to live in the island," a white-haired old man walked up to her and put his hands on the railing. "There is a big look, but once the tide rises, most of the land will be submerged by the sea." It is not suitable for settlement. Why not live in Crescent Bay? It is the second largest island in the fjord. There are still many unoccupied open spaces."

Jack. One-eyed, the captain of the Beauty Beauty, as the name suggests, wears a blindfold on his face, completely covering his left eye. He is also one of the few captains who are willing to ship supplies for witches. Although they are not as abhorrent to witches as the kingdom of the kingdom, they also do not like to care for outsiders.

“Not everyone is willing to deal with the witch like you,” Ashes smiled. “The sleeping island is indeed flooded by the sea, but it is because of this that the area is third in the fjord islands. It is a desert island."

"The third area is not equal to the third in the living area," Captain Jack shrugged. "If you can't live in a person, it doesn't make sense to be big, such as the burning island."

“What the witch is best at is changing the nature,” she said earnestly. “Not to mention, the island will be our home. As long as there is no suppression by the church, we can create a completely different world, a...new The world." She paused for a moment, "How long have you been to the island?"

The captain took off his hat and touched the back of his head. "It’s been almost a month. I sent a group of witches and a full-filled pearl rice last time. Really, the little girls are playing on the boat and watching my crew look silly. You know how young the young man is drifting at sea, like a volcano that wants to erupt at any time. Fortunately, I stopped drinking them. Otherwise my beloved ship will suffer."

The ashes automatically ignored his second half of the paragraph. "One month is enough to make a dramatic change, Mr. Captain. I bet that the sleeping island you saw this time will definitely be different from what you remember."

"Yes?" Jack whistled. "Then I expected... Wait, what is that?" He leaned out of the ship's side and looked sideways. "Monkey! On the mast, what seems to be in front of it? thing!"

The sailor, known as the monkey, climbed to the top of the mast and lifted the lookout. "Hey, that should be an island!"

"Island? What are you talking about?" the captain glanced out of the North Point and looked at it. "How can there be other islands besides sleeping in the vicinity of us?"

"But it is really an island, head, I dare to swear!"

"You swear to use a fart, let me come." Jack took off his hat.

"No, no, no, you still don't come up, here is a big wind," the monkey observed for a while, "the three gods are on!" he shouted incredulously. "I know, it is sleepy." Island! It is getting higher!"

......

When the Beauty Beauty slowly approached the pier of the Sleeping Island, a boatman could hardly believe his eyes.

The towering islands stand on a sea level like a hill. The walls are straight and steep, with at least a few feet to the top.

The ashes arrived on the island for the first time, and the reaction was much calmer than most people, which became a symbol of calm and self-confidence in Captain Jack’s eyes.

"You win," he said with emotion. "I didn't expect that you could make an island rise. It's not surprising that the madman of the church would hate the witch. It's almost like a god."

"Uncle Jack, it is not what you said to make the island rise," the little girl who stood at the dock and smiled. "We just built a wall around the sleeping island. You will go in with us later." I know." After she turned to ashes and bowed her head, "You are finally back, and Tilly has been singing to you for a long time."

The ashes touched her head. "No need to be extravagant, Moryl. I will trouble you to carry things later."

"Bag on me," the little girl patted her chest.

When the sailor moved the grain from the cabin to the dock, Molly summoned her magical servant to a light blue sphere, plus two arms that could be changed at will. It puts a dozen bags of grain into the arms, then arms into a mesh, holding the bag firmly and floating to the air. "Let's go," she said proudly.

"Oh, it’s a convenient ability," the captain said. "Seeing no boys, so many of you are better than a little girl."

The dock was repaired at the half-waist of the island. The group of people circled along the steps. When they boarded the top of the island, the ashes instantly understood the meaning of building a circle around the island.

It was not that the island was elevated, but that they raised the outline of the island and the entire sleeping island became a basin surrounded by a thick circle. The edge of this circle is the wall in the mouth of Molly. There are many downward stairs on the inside of the wall, and the bottom is the body of the sleeping island.

"This...is incredible," Captain Jack grinned. "You turned the island into a city. Imagine what it would be like if it was high tide? God, you will live below sea level!"

"This is indeed the case," Molly said with a smile. "So we have two piers, one on the seabed and one on the sea. Of course, it is said to be repaired in the sea, and a repair in the air is also correct." ""

Walking to the center of the island, a variety of houses have been built here. Unlike the common wooden houses or masonry houses, these buildings are like the ones that grow from the ground, and the feet and the ground are completely integrated. Undoubtedly, together with the city walls, they are masterpieces of the lotus.

"Grey sister, the northernmost house is the palace of Tilly's adult. I will take the captain to deliver, you don't have to stay with me, go see the adults first," the little girl waved.

The ashes nodded, and after saying goodbye to the two, they quickly walked north. Along the way she saw many familiar faces, and they bowed to themselves, or smiled and waved. The home of the witch, the word is getting brighter and brighter in the ashes, which makes her full of strength.

The founder of this home is Tilly Wimbledon, the king of witches.

Unlike the palace of the royal family, this spacious room has no guards and no locked doors. The ashes go straight through the vestibule and walk into the hall, only to see a familiar back appearing in front of her.

She crept to the other side and reached out and covered the gray-haired woman's eyes.

"I knew you when I was at the door," the other smiled. "Don't forget how I found you out of the crowd."

Extraordinary people have the ability to sense the magic, and the extraordinary ones are more sensitive to each other. This connection from the magic is like an invisible embarrassment, which connects her with Tily.

"I am back." Ashes said softly.

“Well,” Tilly responded heartily, “Welcome home.” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please read.)