Your ships are ones which, rather than sail as do the well-benched ships of the Achaeans, fly as would birds?

[Here he pauses as he puzzles over the strange image that now tries to form in his mind. Ramir had told him of ships that travel the stars, but these he imagined little different from the ships he so well knows: oars to propel the vessel forward, a tiller to carve the proper course into the waves, and a sail to make opportunity of the wind when the gods so favored men's travels.]

How can it be that so large a vessel may take flight?