The salt in the air mixed with the scent of the crowded boat. A calm sea and a beating sun allowed good progress.
Spending time with the crew, summoning food and drink to keep the energy of the crew up fills most of the days, with much of the night spent with those sailors who don't find their way to Pythor's quarters. Divining, stories of home (where that is) and relaxing in modest comfort is the order of most evenings.
One evening Xan approaches asking for a trade. She is looking for Rizon's javelin. This gift from Therikles Phobas has become totemic and despite a desire to see Xan armed it can't be with this gift.
As we approached the island there was a sudden beating of wings and the three headed beasts appeared from the air - its frightful jaws and dragon breath caused great damage to the boat but more to the hero's. However, the worst was to come as Loreus came to the main deck to be snached away by the beast. How to save him becomes the sole focus.