Ancient discovery or mystery,The Language That Waits,part.9

The ocean behind them boiled with memory.The line moved sluggishly now — deliberate, doubtful. Dozens of vessels from forgotten worlds, half- ruined vessels and living crafts sutured from coral and bone, all sailed in uncertain conformation, not by command but by recognition.Not trust yet.But commodity close.Layla stood at the helm, no longer surprised that she knew how to steer.