Let the Silver Hunters do their work.

The robotic tendrils upon the side of the Kunzite Kraken stir to life. They rise up, and curl around different parts of your ship--the mast, the bow, and beneath the hull. It's embraced and pulled in as if a massive octopus has it within its grasp. Then after that, they begin to securely fasten the vessels together by chains, so that even if it takes some time, and your hull fills further, it shouldn't sink until absolutely climax of its collapse. Surely it's a frightened image, but you call back from port side and convince them from afar not to panic.

While Captain Silver and her crew do this, you and the dragoness make your way back over to catch the others up on what's going on. You explain what you've learned, that they're known as the Silver Hunters, and seem to be seaborne adventurers who dislike Thunderbeard almost as much as Vyzia does. You assure them that there's nothing to worry about, and that they're going to do what they can to repair the magical capabilities. By the looks of things, they must know a thing or two about magical technology. The proof is in the motorized appendages currently groping at your hull. The Kunzite Kraken may not fly, but it clearly isn't an ordinary ship.

Once the procedure begins, the captain joins you on your deck.

Captain Silver points between each of you, scattered about. "Three humans, a sunheart, two elves, a bunnyfolk, two insectrin, three catfolk, a dryad, a djinn, a succubus, a harpy, a slime girl, a goblin, and a gnome." But then her finger hesitates, as she seems to become slightly embarrassed by her defeat. She can't quite tell the identity of the remaining individuals. She looks specifically at Alice and Vyzia, long deeply in thought. "You win. I don't know."

"Are you playing a guessing game?" you ask.

"Yes and no. Mostly I was going to flatter you on your crew. Truly you have all manner of fascinating friends. Even more odd than my crew. Bravo."

"Well, I can give you the answer if you'd like."

"All right. I give up. Go ahead and tell me."

"Drago--"

"Dragon! Aw. Of course she's a dragon. I can't believe I didn't get that one. It's so obvious now."

"The other is... Well, she's an ALICE."

She scratches her chin. "I don't remember the last time I didn't know what someone was, even after being told."

Leaning back upon the mast is Gwynevere, and she's been silent up until now. Her arms are crossed, and she stares at Captain Silver through squinted lashes. Finally, she pulls herself up and sashays her way closer. "And you missed at least two others. Your eyes are not so keen."

"Well aren't you an interesting one. I sense something strange about you. Or perhaps it's simply my loins thinking for me." She smirks and runs a hand through her long, curly hair, just beneath the brim of her cap. "Of course I wouldn't see anyone not present on the deck. I was only having some fun."

"I do not trust her," she states bluntly, right in front of her, as her eyes shift to you. "Any who claim such confidence over the ocean are foolish. There is only one mistress of the seas, and you already know that to be me, Kyle."

"Ah. Pardon me. I would not have been so forward with Kyle here if I knew he was married. Well, unless... you both wanted to have some fun."

"Married?" Gwynevere's stoic demeanour cracks for a moment as colour fills across her nose. "A husband. I have no such thing."

"I see! So you're all in one big open relationship, right? Well then. Maybe you should join my crew. Everyone here. There's enough room, I think, if we double up in beds."

Peony nods. "That's right. And Kyle is the greatest husband of all~!"

"W-W-Wait, what?!" Anastasia stutters out from behind.

Captain Silver chuckles. But then she pauses. "Now that I think about it, how is it there's a dryad out here? I've never seen one out at sea. Never even at a captive. There aren't too many trees around these parts after all."

You tap a knuckle on the chest of your amour. "Long story."

"You're full of surprises."

Eva comes up to your other side and stares you in the eyes with glistening excitement. "So are we really going to fly, Kyle? Ride an actual airship? I've only ever read about them. I wasn't even sure if they were real, to be honest. They don't seem to have them at all in Tivera, and I don't think Varat has them either. They were invented in the lands to the east, or so the books say."

You caress a tender touch over her cheek, and back through her soft, lilac hair. "I think so, Eva. I hope so anyway."

"This is just like a dream, except in those I'm usually the captain of a pirate crew or something."

"We can get you a tricorn hat too if you want. I think you'd look pretty great dressed like a pirate."

She giggles nervously as she begins to self-consciously tug on her clothing, as if to fix what isn't needed. "You think so?"

Fang peaks out from behind you. Then after mustering up the courage, she moves out into the open and places her hands firmly upon her sides. "All right. I'll just say it. Captain Silver, can you please step on me?"

"Pardon?" the captain asks. "I... don't think I've ever been taken by surprise like that. Not like this anyway. Congratulations."

Immediately, the catfolk dives onto the ground in between where everybody is standing. She lays on her back, and stares straight up at the aqulo.

Captain Silver stares back. She shuts her eyes and giggles quietly under her breath, and then she lefts one of her hefty boots, and places it down gently upon Fang's forehead. "Happy?" she asks.

"YES!"

Vyzia watches from a short distance away with arms crossed. "... I don't understand. Why does she lay in defeat?"

"I-I don't know either," Anastasia mutters out frantically beside her.

"Aha," Luna chuckles awkwardly. "Perhaps I'll explain it to you some other time."