[Guy looked down at the young man and offered him a friendly, equally polite smile.]

I am. My name is Guy Cecil, and I just arrived here a few days ago. [He followed the young man's gaze, upward at the immense blue sky.] As much as I hate to admit it, magic is the only thing I can think of that would make a ship like this fly. It's designed to be guided by the wind and the ocean's currents. Flying like this makes no sense for it unless there was another system at work.