[Mindcontrol resistance engaged]
Suddenly, The system's voice talks, cutting through the dream-like state. I found myself as the dark dragon lost its shape. I only suspected this whole thing to be one of the demon's tricks because no hyper-powerful being would ever see me as its successor. That's just the thing that doesn't happen.
"I thought you gave up trying to take over my power domain," I say to the now deformed dragon, who looks more like a human blob than a dragon, which answers me with anger in its voice. "Quitting is not an option for me; I need your dark power to do good; why won't you understand?"
"I don't know. Could it be that you're a nontruthworthy individual who enjoys toying with other people's minds? If you stopped trying to deceive me, maybe I would consider helping you. As of now, I expel you from my mind!"
The demon starts immediately twitching and screaming as soon as I cast them outside my mind with the power of the sacred and also the help of darkness to kick them out of my thoughts and dreams as they squeal in pain. "I will have your power! I WILL GET IT! YOU WILL GIVE IT TO ME! UUUUGH!"
It only takes a few seconds before the demon vanishes from existence, right as I wake up from my nap, which is now morning time. I had slept the whole night and barely even noticed it, as the dream felt way too short, but I guess that's how dreams worked.
A disgusting stench fills the air as seagulls and other meat-loving birds feast upon the corpses of the dragonites, which I start disposing of as soon as I wake up. I didn't want to get to shore with a boat full of corpses, so I got to work just pulling the bodies near the edges of the ship so I could throw them overboard into the water.
It wouldn't be good for my reputation to show up in a stolen boat filled with dead bodies and blood everywhere, so I had to at least feed the fish in the ocean with the dead meat. I felt terrible as I tugged on the bodies of many dragonites but regained my strenght as I remembered why I killed them in the first place.
The dragonites tried to kill me first and kept trying to hurt me until their very deaths, which justified my violent behavior. Still, I can't help but feel a little guilty now that I see the actual damage I have done, with the death toll being probably in the thousands. It was mostly seeing the blood that got me. If I was being honest, there was just too much blood everywhere for my liking.
"UGH! Why do dragonites have to be so stinky after they die?" I ask the wind as I try to cope with the loneliness of being stranded in the middle of the ocean with next to no one to talk to. I had the crown, of course, but the thing wouldn't speak to me unless I wanted information about something.
In any case, cleaning the ship free of corpses didn't take me long, but the trauma from seeing so many dead people would take a while to heal as I hated to deal with the thought of death. I know I have a long life ahead, but still, thinking about my mortality was unpleasant, to say the least.
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Now, how does an eight-year-old find land in a boat they have never piloted without getting even more lost? I knew the sky back in my world quite well, but as far as this one was concerned, I didn't know much yet, not even with all the books I'd read since most of them were just novels, if I was, to be honest.
Still, since my father was a military guy, I know a few things about navigation, like how to read a compass and a sextant. I just don't know if that works in this world or not; it's best to check the captain's lair for more information; maybe they would even have a map of sorts.
Finding the captain's office is easier than I thought, as it's right below the main ship's wheel, just like I had expected it to be. Inside the office lays hundreds of papers and documents of all kinds, with many with the word 'classified' on them and many more with magical seals and other stuff I can't understand.
As for my good fortune, a big map sat at the table with some books on top of it that took a couple of minutes to move off the table so I could take a good look at the map and the compass-looking instrument next to it. Fortunately, the map had a big circle around it with some writing saying 'operations area.'
Even so, once I look at the map and my circumstances, I can't help but feel a gut-wrenching pain. I was in the middle of nowhere if the map was to be trusted! It would take weeks for a boat to arrive at any shore at any time now, and I could die even now that I had a boat!
Ugh, if only there were a way to speed up this boat with my power. I could probably propel it faster than the wind, but unluckily for me, I didn't know of any spells of the sort until I heard that voice again, the voice of the great sage talking to me.
[The spell you're looking for is called 'Water propulsion,' but you're incompatible with it.]
Wait a second. What could I do to move the boat if I couldn't use water propulsion? I didn't want to go at regular speed, so was there any way to speed it up? I keep asking this until a lightbulb lights up inside my tiny brain once it comes up with one of the most ingenious and stupid ideas I have ever come up with.
With my idea being so stupid, I soon knocked down the remaining ship sails to throw them at the front of the ship and tied them together with rope and whatever I could find to hold them in place. I also started tying ropes all connected around the entire boat to focus on one point.
Minutes later, I now find myself at the very front of the boat, tying myself to the ship with many ropes and other stuff I can see, so I try out my stupid idea before I surrender and go at the slow speed of the air. 'Spatial hooks!" I summon my spatial hooks right before me that immediately try to pull me forward with the ropes holding me back. It's on;y a matter of time before the entire boat starts moving forward.
I do this move several more times until the ship gets into a healthy speed that feels relatively fast for a wooden boat finally letting me do the second part of my idea with the big wooden pieces still floating next to the ship. My idea was nothing short of stupid, but I believed in it. As I locked the ship wheel in place, I went for a wooden piece to start using it as a big paddle at the back of the boat.
To my surprise, the boat simply kept getting faster and faster the more I moved the giant wooden piece back and forward, moving a tremendous amount of water with my raw strenght. That surprised me, as I could not believe I was actually using a wooden pole the size of over twenty little me like it was nothing.
The ship simply cut through the water like butter as I accelerated it, probably beyond what it was rated ever to go. If you think my idea was dumb, you probably wouldn't be wrong, but if it worked, was it stupid? I could always sleep and eat in the safety of the boat if I grew tired, so it seemed safer than sticking to spatial hooks and praying for the best.