Ajani - Lifts ship from ocean's bottom

The sirens soared in choppy little circles and made precarious dives stopping just short of the rough waves. Annoyed by Ajani’s silence, Elspeth began to repeat her question. But when she glanced at Ajani, she realized he was deep in concentration. His eyes were glazed over with light, and his muscles were rigid with concentration. It occurred to her that he’d been casting this spell for a while, maybe since they stepped on Weeping Rock. His spine was curved by the effort of whatever he was trying to do.

An eerie light shone under the waves. Then a large dark object began rising under the gray-green water near the surface. When it first broke through the water, it was surrounded by a shimmering golden mist, and Elspeth couldn’t tell what it was. But as the mist dissipated, she saw a ship. It looked ancient and more raptorial than the sleek ships she’d seen in the harbor in Meletis. It was a simple galley with a beaklike bow and a single row of oars along each side. The oars were narrow and starkly white against the dark wood of the hull. There was a single mast with a dark green sail that was undamaged by its time under the water. The sail was stretched tight in a white frame, and threads of white branched through the membranous material.

By the time the ship had fully emerged, the sirens had spiraled away back to their caves, frightened by the magnitude of Ajani’s abilities and the mystical emergence of the ship.

“What is that?” Elspeth asked in disbelief.

“I saw it beneath the waves,” Ajani said. “Did you not—”

A female voice spoke behind them and startled them both: “How did you raise my ship?”

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Godsend Part II, Chapter 12