I have visions."
"Visions? What visions?"
Nicholas lied on the ground among curious expressions and unexpressed questions.
"I'll show you, stand next to me and stare at the ceiling. Would you, please, give me your coats as pillows?"
The two of them found themselves with their faces facing upwards. Pétros was embarrassed, but he had witnessed in person the wonders of mankind and was convinced that this occasion would be like the other, then he remembered the last time he had received a handful and his tranquillity suddenly disappeared.
"Boss, can you assure me that I won't receive another punch in the head?"
"The other time we were in a hurry and I didn't know if you would cooperate or not, this time there will be no need, just follow my instructions. Start by relaxing."
The helper took a deep breath of relief and tried not to disappoint the expectations of his principal.
"See that blue dot at the top? Fix it carefully, then slowly open and close your eyes five times. Good. Now keep them closed and think of the sound of the wind blowing through the sails of a ship, along with the lapping of the waves crashing against the hull..."
Pétros did everything he was told, but did not notice any change, at least until, sure of the failure of the experiment, he decided to open his eyes again.
"But where..." he wondered in dismay without finishing the sentence.
What his eyes saw was undoubtedly the wooden pier of a boat and the slight rocking under his feet confirmed it.
"We are aboard the Ule, a muriophoroi4 granary ship docked in the port of Alexandria. They have just finished filling the hold and are ready to set sail for Constantinople, where they will unload the cargo that will end up in the Emperor's granaries," explained Nicholas.
The little guy looked around impressed.
"All right, I don't even want to try to understand how you know these things, but I have to ask you one question: how did we get here?"
"We are not really in this place, but I only projected our minds to it. To be precise, this place is what the captain of the ship sees in his memories while he sleeps".
"Did we end up inside the captain's dream?" asked Pétros.
"In a certain sense...even if this is the initial phase, in which the real world is prepared as a base, to be then remixed with the fantasy of the various memories".
Nicholas tried to capture every single detail in search of something useful, until he spotted it.
"Look at that red glow down there, you can bet it will turn out to be interesting!"
The glow pulsed uninterruptedly and like a flashlight guided their steps towards the target, but when they reached the halfway point, the surrounding landscape began to oscillate forcing them to stop so as not to fall, while the source of light, slowly sinking, was sucked by the axes of the ship.
"And now? What kind of joke is this?" claimed Pétros.
"The captain has entered into the deepest phase of his sleep, and his memories are merging with his dreams...it will now be more difficult to discover the origin of that light.
An imperious wind began to blow against him, becoming increasingly overbearing.
" Boss, is it really so fundamental to know?"
"That's one of the captain's unconscious memories, if he marked it that way it means it's certainly important."
Despite the proximity, the deafening noise of the wind forced the two of them to scream.
"But important for what?" Pétros wanted to know.
"To save the ship from shipwreck," replied Nicholas with ease.
"Shipwreck? Will you stop telling me things as if they were the stew of a stew?" the little guy complained.
"I was referring to the shipwreck which I saw in my vision and which had nothing natural, but seemed to be a malignant work!"
The ship was now moving more visibly, and the water splashes flooded it with every rocking, worrying Pétros.
"So this is the storm that is going to wreck the ship?"
"No, it's only the captain's fears that are agitating his sleep, but which prevent us from discovering the truth." reassured the Bishop.
"So what are we going to do? Do we wait for him to take a chamomile and then try again?"
"We must identify the captain in this place, in his human likeness, and calm him down. Only then can we talk to him and ask him for information before it is too late!"
"I don't know about you, but I don't see a damn thing!" complained Pétros.
"You're right...let's try to create an entrance which will give us the right visibility..."
The Bishop began to wave his stick, describing a semicircle in the air which formed an invisible shield, unassailable by water, which allowed him to see despite the storm.
"While you're at it, couldn't you also create a canopy? I'm soaking wet!"
"The rain is not real, be satisfied and look around you!"
"Yes, of course...as unreal as the golems were, I still feel like my bones are broken!"
"It's only the unconditional reflexes of your mind, and..."
"Found!"
This time it was the goblin who interrupted the Bishop.
"Over there, I glimpsed the figure of a man!"
With a great deal of effort they tried to approach the aft cabin, on which was the captain intent on tinkering with the clavus5.
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