Board the ship.

You bring your boot up to the stern and stare an eye through the spyglass to the ship approaching. It's an outstanding vessel. Though it doesn't appear any larger than your own, it appears more strange the longer you inspect it. The wooden body is pale white, decorated by what can only be described as pink gemstones, though surely no precious gem in the world is so large. Either way, it causes the bow to resemble a face by large, glistening pale rose eyes. The sails have intricate designs, though no specific symbols you recognize. Then along both sides, you can see three segmented tentacles. They aren't moving now, though they look as if they may be able, like odd robotic limbs protruding from the side of the ship. It cuts through the waves with ease. Soon it will be upon you.

The orange tint of the sea gradually fades to a silvery blue. There are few clouds above, and the sun is shining down with a warm embrace--not as much as was on the enchanted island, though it's more heat than you expected from a time in autumn.

You hand the spyglass to Amara nearby, and then beckon Vyzia over. "Come. We aren't going to wait for them to fire first. The two of us will hop over and figure out what they want more they get anywhere close to the ship. And if it turns out they mean us harm, well... I suppose I could teach them a lesson, but I think suddenly having a massive red dragon on the deck will shut them up pretty quick."

With a stern gaze towards her potential enemy in the distance, she holds her hand back, and with a whip and thud, the enchanted spear she always has close by soars into her grasp. "I like how you think, Kyle. I'm glad you washed up on my shore."

You slip a hand around the side of her body and tug her in close. She doesn't flinch. "Ready?" you ask.

She then grabs your back, and pulls you in so tight that your face is squeezed hard between her massive tits. You're completely engulfed. "I am. Teleport us, magic man."

"Mhm," is all you can say, and you can't quite breathe either, but that's all right. You wrap both arms around her, buckle your knees, and then Bunny Hop.

While the world normally warps and twists around you, all you can see is the soft embrace of a dragon's breast. Still, you feel the tug of space pulling you forward, and almost immediately, Vyzia's grip loosens. You take a deep inhale as you pull your face out of her bosom, and that's right before you see the floor approaching. Somehow you manage to recover in the nick of time and slam your boots down with ease, while Vyzia grasps your shoulder and nearly tumbles over.

A moment passes. She then takes a knee and places a hand upon her forehead. "That was... odd," she mutters.

"Need a hand?" you ask.

She shakes her head, and then once again pulls herself up to her towering height.

You find yourself standing upon the bow of the bizarre yet stunning frigate. There's murmuring and movement below, though one figure stands nearby, leaning back on the railing leading down to the deck. She's holding a hand up behind her, as if to signal her crew to calm and to wait, though her eyes are locked upon the two of you--rightfully so, as you're intruders aboard her vessel, and you look rather dangerous as well.

Her presence draws your eyes immediately, both from her appearance as well as her confident demeanour. Her hair is pale pink, long and curly, and she has a tricorn hat upon her head adorned with a large red feather. What you truly notice is her blue complexion. It's something you've seen once before. Her ears are long, similar at first to that of an elf, but upon closer inspection they're webbed like a fish's fin, and down both sides of her neck are thin, subtle lines you presume are gills, though she has no need to use them upon the surface. She stares at you with shimmering silver eyes, and a bright, wide grin. It's difficult to see at first, but she has one single silver tooth.

The buxom beauty wears a loose-fitting, white swashbuckler's blouse, though it's cut high above her slender stomach, and looks as if it's barely tight enough with strings over her cleavage to contain her breasts. The way she presents her chest up and out with hands upon her waist is, without words, either saying, "I'm the captain here," or, "Look at my tits". You aren't sure. Regardless, she also has tight black pants leading into a patching pair of boots. A hand crossbow is attached to her belt near her perky rump, and a scabbard holding a cutlass hangs from her hip. If she wasn't flamboyant enough already, she also wears a crimson cape that billows in the breeze.

While her right hand lingers near the handle of her sword, her left is what draws your eyes.

It moves strangely. The shape--it's segmented, and while it does a good job at mimicking that of a real hand, it appears to be a prosthetic. The fake hand is coloured silver and adorned with a few different jewels.

The woman takes a step forward. The floorboards creak beneath her hefty boots. "Welcome aboard the Kunzite Kraken, my friends." Her voice smooth, and she speaks with a subtle accent similar to what you heard from the last aqulo you met--amphibious folk from the far east. "I'm not quite sure how you boarded by ship so quickly, but I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Captain Silver, and we're the Silver Hunters."