The Flyers of the Turlie Sea
Off across the ocean sea! Onward from my sojourn in the isles, I set forth to find the land of Turlie at the cost of the Turlie sea. What lovely splendors, my friends. A crystal clear expanse that stretched out before me to reveal the canyons of underwater adventures with playful fish amongst which to swim and sail. Oh, how marvelous. And the Turlians themselves - adventurists and part naturists, enjoying the sleek and agile way of their counterparts within the depths, themselves sail amongst the skies in such beautiful and refined mechanisms of propulsion. Like birds that glide over the water. Of course the noise was deafening as they screamed by like the eagles in the eyries of the mountain tops. But the fish don't seem to mind at all.
As luck would have it, I was allowed to journey in such a fantastic machine during the night, to go "skimming", so to speak. There we were, flying in formation at breakneck speed, so close to the water that the wing tips - designed for such purposes - would skim the top of the water on occasion. And see, dear readers, the clear depths that are revealed even at these high momentums, and their citizens below - some of which would, at times, playfully jaunt along and perform acrobatics in a manner not unlike dolphins around the ships of olde. These marvels of flying were a wonder in which to sit, I tell you, as we cruised along the night sky and observed the life below us at a dizzying rate.