[An eyeroll.] The flagship of a fleet of identical galleons that carried sixteen hundred between them. As she has burned up right now, I suppose it is all rather moot. Not to mention none of the ships are here in this world.

And no. The wings are from being in this world at all, supposedly. How much of that is true remains to be seen. The Malnosso erected the barrier that holds us all in here, however. Were it not for that, we would all be running wild on the high seas. Or deserts. One of those. Perhaps both.