Cinnamon

So-named for his sweet, familiar smell, Cinnamon sails at a leisurely pace; infusing the surrounding waters with the intoxicating allure of spiced food. His crew simply enjoy the journey: Delighting in the scenery, or in one anothers' company, they gleefully float north to south, and then south to north, in perpetuity.

The Cinnamon's crew would probably be just as content to remain moored somewhere or other forever; but the ship is eternally losing crewmembers, and so they must eternally advertise for replacements. An easy advertisement, freely answered at every port: A guaranteed trouble-free journey, no pirates or storms to worry about, light duties, and revels to while the days away.

Indeed, the hardest job is probably scrubbing the hull and bleaching the sails: an eternal battle against dark stains that mar the otherwise beautiful frigate.

But never mind all that! We're a little low on deckhands, as it happens. Fancy coming along? Back and forth, forth and back. Slow as ye like. See the Sunbeam Ruins up close! Drink from the Gladeveins themselves! Feel upon your own scales the heat of the Ashfall; the bite of the Frigid waters. It's not an opportunity that comes around all that often! Well, alright, I tell a lie. We'll be coming back eventually, if you change your mind.

Maybe we'll take you on next time...