Sail away.

In all directions, you see nothing but radiant blue beneath a clear sky above. You're still a couple days of sailing out from the location Captain Silver left for you to meet. Though they do often travel, it's supposedly a place you can more commonly find them, and they're likely waiting for your return for such an important quest. You spend the time waiting by enjoyment of the calm sea's silence. The churning of the waves and the sound of the cool breeze put you at ease. This far out, there isn't much else to sea besides the occasional shape rising up from the surface of the water, like whales or other strange creatures.

You lean back on the starboard railing near the bow of the ship as you cast your eyes to the empty horizon. You're quiet in your own mind until the sound of bare footfalls against the deck's wood floor approaching from behind pulls your attention around.

Lynx is there, though she's discarded her cloak, as well as her thigh-highs and boots. Her black hair is still tied into pigtails by red bands, though besides her eyepatch and gloves, she opts to wear no more than her tube top and shorts, and of course belt holding a number of small blades and pouches. Her petite physique reminds you somewhat of Fang, though that doesn't so much extend to personality. She instead has a penchant for flare, and despite her cute appearance, enjoys the embrace of her otherwise edgy, mysterious style. That isn't surprising either, as she's a completely accidental weeaboo.

"Ooh. Are you brooding over here?" she asks.

"Kinda the opposite. I'm admiring the beautiful view."

"Well, now that you've turned around to face me, you're doing that even more," she says before striking a pose. It begins with a cute touch to her cheek and lift of her leg, though twists into chuunibyou about as quickly as you expected. "Actually, I super get what you mean. It's so nice out here... The wind in my hair. The smell of the sea. It reminds me of that one book I found. Sadly it was the only part of the story I've seen, but it was about a bunch of pirates, and a chef and a swordsman who really wanted to have sex with each other."

"... Uh. One Piece?"

"Yeah! I think that was it."_ _She pulls herself up to sit right beside you, though while you're moreso leaning, her feet leave the ground. "Can you tell me a story while we sail?"

"A story, huh?"

"Can you tell me about Goku again?"

"Ah. A classic tale."

Time gently passes toward the fall of the sun. There are no mountains in the distance, nor land of any sort, and the sky is just as clear, so nothing impedes the view of sunset. The edge of the great ball of fire just barely touches the surface of the sea, and soon it will sink. Though that still leaves plenty of time to eat and to chat, and to prepare for what's to come. Niki and Bek spend much of their time training, though even she can't stand to Bek when it comes to pure will to fight. Niki is a full blooded adventuring warrior, but she can be somewhat hedonistic as well, and when she finally sits back to snack and enjoy the last bit of sun, that dwarf is still going.

Niki leans back on a lounge chair posted around center deck, wearing just her shorts and the fabric strap that binds her breasts so tight one could easily be mistaken that she's at all lacking, as she munches on a few cookies, though plenty of crumbs cover her chest and stomach.

Sitting upon the railing of the upper level, not far from the helm, is the bombshell brunette bunny herself Lalarin Relestel, and she's no longer garbed as a super heroine. The first thing you see are her tall, slim, deep brown boots which stretch all the way to her thighs, and they cross over one another as she leans back, shuts her eyes, and breathes in the cool fresh air.

Her frilly dress is green, as seems to be her colour of choice more often than not. It has poofy sleeves which lead to brown leather fingerless gloves, and while the garment frills out far down the backside, it's cut short on the front, with a streak of her skin showing between the hem of the dress and her boots, almost perfectly aligned with the same cut in her usual spandex suit. Her midsection is bound by a matching leather corset, and upon the side is her retracted staff. Her long, wavy hair blows back so elegantly behind her as if to model is her natural state, though she isn't the sort to do so necessarily on purpose. She's just a beautiful woman, and likely she's been influenced by growing up in nobility, even if she's rejected her family since.

It's truly a lovely outfit, and one fit for a strong and beautiful lady out at sea. Fancy, yet easy to maneuver in. Sexy, yet not all that skimpy. You also see one single, moderately sized ring of gold pieced through her left rabbit-like ear, and adorning her neck is a matching necklace--a thin chain holding up the pendant of an emerald flower.

Eventually her eyes pull open, and she shifts her gaze down to meet yours upon realizing she has an admirer. A subtle pink glow radiates from her cheeks and she smiles kindly in turn. "You're looking at me like you expected me to wear my costume the entire trip."

"I was wondering," you respond. "Though I couldn't imagine it'd be comfortable to do that."

Boing. Boing. A hefty pair greets you as they approach. Lalarin isn't the only one who's dressed themselves differently today, and now Stax is here to show that fact. Sporting the curviest, shortest body around, your resident goblin stops before you garbed in a loose, white swashbuckler's blouse, though of course most of the buttons down the front are popped, unbinding an incredible amount of cleavage, though it's shut just enough to keep them pushed up and firmly bound by just a couple buttons doing the job of Atlas. Her booty shorts are smaller than any other, granting quite the view of her ass from behind, and as she normally does, she keeps the top undone which teases a peak of her purple panties behind. A loose belt hangs from her wide hips though does nothing but act as a way to carry a new cutlass she now has, and she wears a hefty pair of leather boots as well.

Of course, she wears several rings, by her large set of ears, around her fingers, and the like, which only causes the wardrobe to act more fitting. She was born to dress as a pirate it seems. It's as natural to her as breathing.

"Do you not get all sweaty wearing that costume around?" Stax asks up to her.

Lalarin then leaps from the edge, though she lands flawlessly to the deck right in front of you both. "Well, sometimes, but I wash it really well!"

"You both look absolutely amazing," you say. "Luna outfits I presume?"

"Not this time!" boasts Stax. With a prideful lift of her nose, she grabs the fluttering fabric of her blouse and gives it a jiggly tug. "I bought each piece from different traders with my own coin. Don't get me wrong. Luna is amazing. But I feel bad taking lots of handouts, you know? Plus, this whole thing just felt right, you know? I mean look at it. Sexy, huh?"

"Definitely."

Lalarin brushes her fingers back through her long, beautiful hair and glances aside with bashful eyes. "I hope people don't see it that way. I did get this outfit from Luna, but she assured me that the gift would pay for itself by seeing me wear it. When I try to offer her coin, she doesn't accept it."

"Don't worry," says Stax with a wave of her hand. "I didn't mean anything by that. I was just speaking from a personal level. You look smoking hot in your outfit, Lala. I'm sure everyone would agree. And clothes don't make a woman! It's you who make the clothes." Her eyes then trail off to Vyzia the red dragon, who is perched upon the very front of the ship like she herself is a figurehead. "And some don't wear clothes at all, but they make it work."

"Do you all wanna join me in the galley? I think it's about time for dinner," you say.

Stax fans her face. "Ooh, Kyle. Inviting both us girls to dinner? When will the greed of man cease?"

"I'd love to," answers Lalarin. "My stomach is growling."

All thirteen of you join together around the dinner table, even Vyzia, and you enjoy some of the food you brought. Though you do have rations in case it's needed, as you'll only be sailing for a handful of days, some perishable food was supplied as well, and you enjoy it while it lasts. There's plenty of water, and some other drinks as well. The first day of travel soon comes to an end, and then it's onto the next. Before you know it, you'll be reunited with the Silver Hunters.