Escape.

Lynx cuffs the Witch of Decay, and the two elves slowly regain their ability to stand on their own. However, the Witch opens her eyes, and glares straight towards you. She speaks, but her voice is quite and wispy.

"Second... ship..."

"What did you say?" you ask. "Speak up."

"Many moons ago, a fleet of pirate ships sunk. I was ever so fortunate to find their remnants, though it was only two ships. The rest might have escaped. I am uncertain. However, when the portal grows, the second ship will pour forth and my army will begin its ****."

"What's she yapping about?" Lynx asks.

"You will see."

Yaera squints. "We should make haste. We are all wounded and tired. If there truly is even more..."

"C'mon." Lynx yanks the Witch forwards. "How do you live down here anyway?"

"I have the magic to exist beneath the sea, and the plants provide me with oxygen while inside."

"Well, cast your dumb waterbreathing spell before we go. We'll let the mermaids deal with you."

And she does. Your party watches closely, and makes sure that is the spell being cast. Then, you all begin back down into the water. It's strange getting used to being able to breath underwater. You swim forwards, and the rest trail behind. You continue through the winding cave and then at last, you emerge back to the sea. The party exits the mountain and gazes in terror at exactly what they were warned about.

A galleon ship, ghostly green--You see a pirate crew riding an old, worn boat somehow floating above you in the water. The Witch glares up with a grin. Skeletons wave blades from the sides of the ship. There's no point in hiding, as they know you're there. And if the vortex really has grown, they might be able to go through and attack Morniwo.

"I bet you are ever so regretful that you used precious mana just to make me orgasm," says the Witch.

You grab the back of her neck and say, "Pleasure."

Her knees buckle, and she whimpers a moan as she's hit with a sudden surge of pleasure, though not enough to reach a climax. She gasps, and opens her mouth as her tongue extends out. Suddenly, her eyes widen, and she quickly shuts her mouth again as she regains her composure. "You--"

"What do we do?" Lynx asks.

"We stop it before it hurts anybody," Amara says confidently. "I cannot cast anymore spells, but I will do everything I can to help."

Yaera looks over with a smile. "Oh sweetie. You have done more than enough."

"I'm not out of mana, but I don't think I have much left, not that I have anything that'll be all that effective at fighting undead underwater," you say. "I don't think fire and water mix very well."

"I have power remaining," Yaera says.

You touch her shoulder. "No. You aren't going to face a whole skeletal pirate crew alone. I have a plan. We swim."

"We are fleeing?" Amara asks.

"Not quite. We're going to get out of these plaguelands, because not far from here are mermaids and other things that can help us. It might look intimidating, but it's mostly just a big hunk of wood. The threat is probably a dozen or two skeletons. Creatures born under the sea are going to be a lot better at fighting under the sea. Then, we just help them."

Lynx nods. "That works for me."

"Then let's go. Swim as fast as you can, and we'll see how far we can get!"