The ships motor stopped far out somewhere in the ocean. At around 4am that morning, 3 hours ago, the ship set out from the port in California. It set out while the sun was down and almost nobody would notice a ship setting out, and those that did would think nothing of it. Most of the passengers on the vessel were about to experience something amazing, something few human beings had ever seen.
Deep below the point where the ship had stopped, in an area of the ocean which was undiscovered by man, sat a dome, and within was a city of mages. This city surrounded a school made for the purpose of teaching any and all human beings with the desire to learn, the art of water based magic.
To the majority of human beings, this would be an amazing experience to even imagine, yet all one particular mage on board could think about was the violent rocking of the boat. Mikkish, whom was sitting near the front of the boat, was trying o fight back vomit, but only 3 minutes after the boat came to a stop, Mikkish ran to the edge of the boat, grabbed the railing, and began blowing chunks off the edge.