"I'll go back to trying to sorcer, then."

The ocean will last for a while. Then desert, mountain, swamp, scrubland, cliffy hills, a tiny, sickly-looking forest squeezed between a series of lakes and another mountain, more desert, more scrubland...

The next day, Liam has gotten pretty good at making lights dance about, though they still tend to suddenly extinguish themselves when the ship flies through particularly unfriendly harmonics. He asks for more advanced sorcery exercises.