Back To The Book.
Tylluan glides down from his perch, once he's determined the ship isn't going to be attacked, or swallowed, by some deep sea leviathan. "Well, I suppose I should finish copying the book before we reach port, yes?" he muses aloud. With a final rustle of his iridescent feathers, a few of which flutter to the deck, he struts to his cabin to finish the last pages of the book. Copying the book down to the last detail is simple, with my infallible memory. Understanding what I've read is another matter entirely. But, since I am neither priest, nor mage, nor historian, I don't need to understand it. I'll leave that to others.