Wet dock your big vessel.

Ahead at last you sail forth to a small island of rocky hills and huts made from wooden logs--a small hamlet, hardly more than a camp, with an outdoor hearth where meat is being cooked over an open flame. Contrary to the size of the rest, a comparatively enormous wharf has been constructed out to sea, and docked alongside it is a familiar shape. The Kunzite Kraken, ship of the Silver Hunters, rests anchored in the water with its tendril-like mechanical tendrils coiled in, and its sails furled.

A number of bodies surround the fire. First of course is Captain Silver herself--an aquatic woman of blue skin and pale pink, curly hair. The buxom beauty is garbed in the same loose-fitting swashbuckler attire with a tricorn hat still upon her head. Even from this distance, you can feel her gaze upon you as your vessel nears port. Alongside her is the short, curvy engineer girl named Mole. Nearly a dozen others are present as well, from elves to devils to other aqulo to even demons--it's a mix of many sorts, though they're all united together, not unlike you and your own allies. No matter where any of them came from, or how they look, all wish to follow Captain Silver and travel across the sea on a hunt for treasure and adventure.

"We're so far out in the middle of nowhere. We'd never have found this place if we didn't know," speaks Lalarin.

"Get ready to dock!" you call out to Eva at the helm. "The rest of you, either grab some ropes or brace yourself. We haven't had to do this yet before, but if we managed to land this thing from the sky, it should be a breeze in the water."

Your target is the opposite side of the wharf, as to dock parallel to the Kunzite Kraken. Slowly, your ship makes its way forth, and as it does, the Silver Hunters begin to rise and await your coming. Their captain raises a spyglass to her eye, lifts a boot up onto a fallen barrel, and watches closely.

The coast drops off quickly to the far depths of the sea, and the dock is more than far enough. Even in a vessel of this size, you manage to fit near perfectly. The Sky Warren comes to a gradual halt adjacent to the solid wooden wharf, and the anchor is dropped swiftly after. Many of those upon the deck hold their breath in the final moments, and upon stopping, they breathe a sigh of relief. Then, the crew celebrates, especially Eva. She bounces up and down with excitement, and then throws her arms around you, burying her face into your chest.

"We did it! We did it!" she cheers.

You rub her back and hold her tight. "Thanks to our expert helmswoman."

She takes a step back, snaps her fingers, and winks. "I'm good with my hands."

After your frigate has been properly tied, your crew marches along towards the gravel pathway leading straight to where the others are waiting. The scent of freshly cooked fish wafts over from the smoke rising from the hearth. Meanwhile, Captain Silver hands her spyglass away and stops to greet you on the road.

"Ahoy!" she calls out with a wave. She then places the hand upon her hip, and stands confidently as you finish your approach. "Welcome to a base of ours. Even the Silver Hunters need to feel the land once in awhile. But come. There's still some food and drink left, so have your fill. I don't really know how far away you live, but I know we're a ways out, even using an impressive ship like yours."

She leads you all over to sit and mingle with the others. While the food is plain, it's better than if you had to subsist off rations, though the beverages are quite a bit better. The mead had a potent honey flavour, there are sweet wines, and there's delicious orange juice as well.

Sitting on a stump, Captain Silver polishes off a frothy beverage. "Well? Meet my crew. I see a lot of new faces here. You've got a bigger crew than I expected, Captain Warren. Almost everybody you brought this time wasn't with you before. How many allies do you have?"

"Oh boy. Probably like, thirty-something," you say, not exactly wanting to count every single person right now. "You saw Eva, Niki, Amara, and Vyzia last time, but meet Bekram, Lynx, Snow, Fava, Dixby, Malakae, Stax, and Lalarin. They're all eager to take down Thunderbeard."

The captain removes her hat and pulls her fingers back through her long, curly hair. "Such fascinating company you keep. Looking at them all, I don't even know what question to ask first, and I didn't say much with the last group either. Guess this better not be our last team-up. I'd like to speak more to all these lovely girls of yours."

"Well ain't she a charmer?" Stax responds.

Amara chuckles with a familiar warm smile--one she carries often. "How sweet. Actually, now that I think about it, I believe there are only two men here, Kyle, and they are on our side. I wonder if that is a coincidence."

"I'm so used to it, I didn't even think about it," you say.

Silver loudly laughs, almost as if to boast. "It isn't a coincidence at all, my lady. The Silver Hunters are an all-female crew! Oh... Except for one particular exception. But otherwise, we're all just a bunch of ladies at sea, and every last one of us would either take a man or woman, or prefer women entirely, so imagine what you wish. Though let's be honest. Is anyone truly completely straight?" She offers a wink to nobody in particular. "Regardless, we know how to have fun. So don't get too excited, Kyle. You and that--Oh. Where's the dwarf?"

After looking around for a moment, Bek catches your eye in the distance. He's squaring up! Standing across from him is a half-orc woman, and the two are about ready to fight.

"Guess he got distracted," you say.

"Oh yes. She loves a good fight, but if she's already wanting to spar with that dwarf of yours, he must be tough."

"It's kind of his whole deal. I don't think he's much interested in anything else."

"Her as well. Guess we might as well let them exchange blows. In the meantime, we can discuss our plan of attack." She stands up from her makeshift seat. The strings of her high-cut blouse strain to keep tight at the best of times, though now that she's a bit tipsy, she seems to care even less for how she moves.

As such a beautiful, seafaring woman, it's no surprise she leads an entire crew of other hotties. While you don't have the time to meet and converse deeply with every last one of them, and not all are so forward with you yet, though they're all certainly cute. If you hadn't already gone through so much already on your adventure, it would be quite overwhelming to be surrounded by them all. This is the sort of story told only through the horniest of legends--an island or a ship of all women. But this is real life. You're living it right now.

Mole tears fish from the skewer in her hand, making a bit of a mess as bits fall down her chin and upon her cleavage. "So where's First Mate Xue?"

"Observing as usual. You know he's not the trusting sort." Silver steps over to her, slips a finger over the other girl's breasts, and pops the collected bits of fish into her mouth. "Silly girl. You're always so messy."

Her face turns red. "Huh... Wha--?"

"Xue! That's enough watching from the shadows. Come introduce yourself. We're gonna be working together to fight Thunderbeard regardless, so there's no sense in being distant."