[SE] you'll never know it's coming

there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters

Jack has also gone North, unbeknownst to Flora. And what's more, he was always planning to go that way after Longnight, but arguments are funny things, aren't they? (They aren't, actually). Either way, with a sweet Flowerbirth breeze in her sails and the estuary spanning beneath them, Jack sails The Ark into the Greatwood with bright eyes and sharp focus. The wind has him tugging up the collar of his coat and turning into it so he can better call orders to the crew - there are plenty of trees that might snag and grab at the hull as they pass overhead, and as skyports go, the Observatory isn't an easy one to get into.

Still, with plenty of business opportunities opening up now that the forest isn't overcome by the void - and given that he's much more equipped to sail the world regardless of whether there's an ocean beneath him, Jack is keen to arrive before nightfall, and at least there isn't any fog to contend with. Leaning against the railing, his long hair tossed by the breeze, he cranes over the edge of the ship to spy the tops of the trees as they close in, ensuring they aren't at risk of clipping them.