The monotonous voyage forced Ed to devote most of his time and energy to his studies, which were at least less tedious than the endless, unchanging azure surrounding the ship.
Sometimes, he even wondered if the books filled with strange characters were more interesting. Of course, had he been on any island, he likely wouldn't have glanced at a book unless it was absolutely necessary.
There was another reason he could spend so much time reading: compared to the constant crash of waves, Lucilia's sweet, instructive voice was far more pleasing to the ear.
And with her openly permissive attitude toward him playing with her body, though she didn't realize he was fondling her buttocks and butthole, he sometimes took the initiative to "persuade" her to teach him.
"No, this word means 'dream,' not 'entering a dream.' Remember it again! Remember it again!"
Lucilia sat on the stool beside him, teaching Ed an unfamiliar language.
