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There where a lot of words that could describe Tic's current state as he looked upon the glorious ship, Dumbfounded, Confused and Awestruck. Why was it made out of wood, surly you could enchant steel the same way and what the hell kind of creature was the figurehead suppose to be? Still the ships design and complexity had robbed him of speech, rather than speak Tic placed his hand in hers.