 Where is the ship sailing?
VOYAGE TO FAR N'JURD I "I don't see why we have to be here," a crewman said. "So he do; an' I'll tell ya, hit shore is time he's a-gittin' hyere. The crewman to his left bent over and whispered, "I'll bet he's gonna tell us it's gonna be another postponement." "Yes, he said, 'I am weary of sailing.' You are thinking: 'What kind of a Festival can we have here on this ship?' "Well, the point I want to make is this: I just wanted to tell you that I know what a Festival should be, and the captain and I will do everything in our power to make our Casting Off as wonderful as any anywhere. While they were still cheering and stomping and otherwise expressing their enthusiasm and approval, Nestir walked off the speaker's platform and into the officer's corridor. He nodded curtly to the officers when he entered the mess hall, walked directly to his place at the head of the table, sat down and morosely began to work the cork out of his wine bottle with his teeth. "That," he said to Nestir, "my dear Father, is the cardinal point of the whole game, y'know." After all, it's not only a question of how we go, but also a question of leaving only after having done our duty.
 Somewhere in deep space.
 In Koltah.  In the province of San Xalthan.  Underwater.  Somewhere in deep space.