Reach the Sapphire Sea.

It's smooth sailing through the sky. As it gradually nears the sea, the ship descends farther down towards it. For the time being, you enjoy the sound of distant waves and a salty breeze wafting it from the wide ocean spread out ahead. Those around you laugh and chat, somewhat about what's to come, though mostly about things unrelated. By Vyzia's quiet gaze, you can tell she's quite surprised and confused by how easy-going everybody seems to be despite what's to come.

Fava climbs up the ladder leading to the deck. With a rag, she wipes sleek lubricant, whether it's oil or grease or something else, from her forehead. She's already become rather filthy down there, however, as it's on more than just her face. It runs down her chest, over her sports-bra-like top, and to her stomach as well. She does her best to clean up, though it's difficult to so easy remove. "Phew. Well, everything seems to be working smoothly enough, though I'd like to do a lot more with it. Give me a week or two, and I'll take the whole thing apart and make it better."

"Here," comes a voice from below. It's Dixby. In her hand is a large flask of something transparent. "A special cleaning formula. Odourless, tasteless, like water but it'll clean better."

"Ah. Thanks," Fava says, plucking it from her tiny hand. She pops the cork, and then dumps it over her head. The clear liquid runs down and coats her body rather thoroughly. Despite it only being a single flask, it soaks her from head to toe. It runs down between her tits, and causes her loose, baggy cargo pants to sink farther down her hips. But then suddenly, something seems off. She continues to hold it up, as if waiting for more to pour out, and otherwise doesn't move a muscle.

You glance down to the gnome. "What did you do, Dix?"

"Oh. Wrong potion," she replies.

A small door opens from Fava's back. Her actual body flutters out, and the pixie looks towards Dixby with hands on her hips, and a furled brow. "I can't believe I fell for that! Look what you did? I'm completely stuck."

"Only for a minute or two. Don't worry."

Lynx makes her way over and watches curiously. "Woah. Is your body really frozen?" Then she comes in close, purses her hips, and brings a finger up to tug down on the girl's top.

"Please don't--"

"Wait if I do this?" she says with a grin. Then she begins to slowly slip the top up the girl's breasts, all while she can't do anything to stop it.

"Not that!" the pixie screeches.

"But like, this isn't really your body, right? It's more like a vehicle."

Instinctually, the pixie wraps her arms around her own chest. "I guess. I don't know. It's more complicated than that. When I'm in there, I'm not just turning a wheel and hitting some pedals. I become that body. I feel everything, and during that time, it's like I'm not tiny anymore."

"Ooh. A second body, almost like Sen-nu."

"A little."

Stax climbs her way down the center mast with an entire spyglass wedged between her tits. She bounces to the bottom, and then hurries over to you. "Hey! Kyle, you might want to check this out. Look off the edge, down towards the coast," she says. Then she plucks the instrument from her cleavage and hands it up.

You place it to your eye and follow her instructions.

Below is the village of Gobiidae. It's mostly isolated settlement, perhaps a hamlet at best, with some farms to the north and not a large number of buildings otherwise. Most supplies come and go from the docks, as it isn't a large trip along the coast to the capital city of Tolis. It's been some time since you've been here, though your people do keep a watchful eye opened in case they're in need of help, as you did claim it to be under your protection. There you met the young boy Tedrick, his father Hartmut, the lord of the land Ramon, and the arrogant self-proclaimed hero Captain Zido.

That was back when you met William Cresswell's gnome druid Grenmila, and even Fava as well. The Elder Tree nearby was in danger, and while it was too late to save her, she thanked you for everything, and bestowed upon you the gift of a special wood that eventually led to the crafting of your current armour.

There's something wrong. Just off the coast, you spy a creature with many heads.

Three boats float nearby, though two more seemed to have been destroyed before you arrived and now there's nothing but debris of fractured wood and a few men panicking as they attempt to swim to safety. Guards stand ready with crude spears and bows in a futile attempt to defend their homeland. None of the arrows do much to stop the beast, and nobody can get near enough to try anything else without the threat of being eaten in a matter of moments.

At the front-most boat stands a familiar figure.

His long, black hair flows back in a wild breeze. He stands tall--chest as wide as the back of a ship--and to contrast his dark skin, he wears a bright white swashbuckler's blouse which nearly shines as bright as his sparkling grin. His black trousers fit tight, and from his belt is a highly decorate scabbard, though the sword is grasped proudly in his hand, and aimed towards the terrifying foe ahead.

"Get back!" shouts Captain Zido. "It's too much for the lot of you, so leave it to me!"

Each head is like that of a dragon's, though they all share the same body. Its flesh is a putrid mossy green and is covered by sharp barnacles. The teeth are thin and deadly sharp, like mouths of needles, and it glares down at its lunch with slit pupils and flared nostrils. There are ten in total--far more than can be managed. Yet despite this, Zido remains, and when one mouth comes close, he repels it back with a broad stroke of his sword through the air.

"A hydra?" you speak under your breath.

The magic spear flies straight into Vyzia's hand. She stretches a leg up to plant her foot upon the starboard railing. "I'll go," she says.

"Wait." You hand the spyglass back to Stax. Immediately, she squeezes it down into the tight storage of her bosom. "We could all storm in and take it down. Our red dragon could swoop in and start tearing it apart. The downside is we don't have much in the way of spells or combat styles that do well completely surrounded by water. I think we'd be fine of course, though I did also promise to keep Gobiidae safe. Let me go first. The rest of you follow in case we need backup."

"I see," says Vyzia. "If this land is yours to protect, I won't intervene."

Malakae raises a hand. "Ah. You said our red dragon, but I think you meant gold. It would be much easier for me to tear it apart."

You draw Lauo from its sheathe. Just as your about to jump, you feel a tug on your shirt.

Behind you is Lalarin. Or rather, Rabbit's Foot. "I know what you said. But please, let me come. Even if you mean to fight this creature on your own, I want to make sure the people are safe."

You nod. Then you grab her by the side, forcing a surprised gasp from her lips, and hoist her up. The two of you leap from the edge of the ship and begin to plummet straight down towards the village docks.