Raise the anchor!

In most ways, what you stand upon resembles an 18th century three-mast frigate, though it looks far less weathered than when you first came upon it. Not only is the wood polished clean, but the sails have been completely replaced. Dark metal circuitry snakes out from the magitech engine to brace around the circumference of the hull, leading to mechanisms that allow such a heavy vehicle to float through the sky as freely as a cloud. The machinery hums and glows with an arcane cyan hue, and after dismounting from the docking brackets made previously in emergency for your landing, which still hold strong, the ship begins to rise.

Eva grabs squeezes the spokes of the helm and calls out, "Batten down the main sail! Unfurl the hatches!" to those around her who look back only with confusion.

Near the bow of the ship stands Rabbit's Foot with arms crossed proudly over her chest. It's quite a ridiculous outfit she often wears, especially in this world of elves and knights, though she does look rather heroic, especially when the rising day bathes her silhouette in sun shafts like a warm-lit spotlight, and you aren't one to complain given how incredible her ass looks squeezed by thin, tight spandex.

Malakae leans back on nearby railing and inspects the bunny closely. "Are you really going to wear that for the entire journey?" she asks.

"Crime never sleeps," she responds.

"What does that have to do with my question?" She sighs. "You know, I've heard of this alter ego of yours, before we came to live here together. The Lucky Hero, Rabbit's Foot. I thought it sounded ridiculous, though I've seen what you can do. That being said, the costume... I don't know about that. Wouldn't you rather fight in something else?"

RF squats down, then bounces back up. She stretches her back left and right, and then bends all the way down with ease, pronouncing her rear up into the air before returning once again to her feet. "It's actually super easy to move around in this. It fits my body perfectly. If anything, it's like wearing nothing at all!"

Stax wanders up nearby and places her hands on her curvy hips. "Calling the kettle black, aren't ya? Jump around in that dress for a few seconds, and either your tits are gonna spill out of that cute window you got up top, or someone is seeing your panties, if you're even wearing any--"

"Of course I'm wearing panties!" the dragon shouts. "What kind of uncouth woman do you think I am? Don't try and compare me to the likes of someone such as, I don't know, Eva Beela." Her golden gaze casts up towards the back of the ship.

Eva casts a fist into the air. "Floor it!" she yells. Then she raises a foot, and plants her shoe against the helm in a strange attempt to appear like a captain posing, though the moment she does, the wheel turns, and she falls over backwards--skirt cast up, revealing a cute pair of pink underwear sporting a white heart on the front, as well as on the left back cheek. After tumbling over, she pulls herself into a kneel with red across her face. She pulls her skirt in tight, and looks around embarrassed.

"Up you go," says Niki from behind, hoisting her back up to her feet with ease.

"Thanks," the bunny replies.

"... Minor Heal," Amara whispers with her hands out-stretched. A warm glow casts from her body onto Eva as soon as they touch.

"I'm not hurt!"

You feel a clap against your lower back. Bek stands directly behind you with an excited grin stretched across his face.

He rubs his gauntlet-garbed hands together with a metal clatter. "Ooh. I'm so ready for this, Kyle. So this is some kind of pirate captain, right? We'll sink him to the bottom of the sea. Make him walk the plank! I'm sure the sharks will be eager to chow down on a bucket of chum like him."

Meanwhile, quite close to where you stand, Vyzia the red dragon stares down at the much shorter Lynx.

It looks as if Lynx is trying to reach the other woman's face. She stands up on her tippy-toes, and surprisingly Vyzia isn't doing anything to stop whatever is transpiring. Instead, she remains stoic and watches her deadpan. Finally, she finishes. She snaps an accessory to the dragon's face. "Done!" she proclaims. "How's that?"

Though she's still entirely nude, Vyzia now has one thing she could call an article upon her body. It's a black patch which covers her missing right eye. There's a tiny white image that's difficult to make out at first, though upon closer inspection, it's a crudely yet cutely stitching of a cat's head. It could be unfitting perhaps for such a tall, powerful warrior woman, though she does already decorate herself with bands of that special vine-like material which is able to stretch with her transforming body. While this eyepatch may not, it seems she isn't against it.

Lynx then spins on her heel to face you. She points to her own patch, which she wears on the left, and it has the exact same kitty as the other. "Look, Kyle!" she calls out. "We match."

Vyzia's gaze shifts aside. For the first time since you've met, she looks almost a little bit shy.

"Adorable," you reply.

Snow makes her appearance known. She's clinging to the mast, a short distance up, and she does so with ease. "I agree. They're very cute. Did you make them yourself?"

Lynx nods. "That's right. I thought I'd start making a bunch of different ones, to have more fun with it."

At last, the ship has reached a height even above the tall, dark stone walls around Castle Phoenix. The sails unfurl and immediately fill with a mighty breeze. It's rather chilly up so high, given you set off already from the Pecho Peaks, though the bow tips down as you subtly descend down the mountainside towards the distant sea. You watch from the back, near the helm, as Eva does her best to keep the path steady, though Niki isn't far in case further strength is required. Amara is near too, just in case she for some reason needs to heal somebody. Whether it's needed or not will not likely change her mind.