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Moriah:
"Yes, let's be off!" Mashai'i says.
"Looks like almost everyone is up," Silla says.
She sounds like she's behind you.

Marco:
"Ugh..." Nashai'o grumbles.
Instead of waking up, she grabs a hold of you and pulls you in close, like a little girl would a doll. However, it is not to last: a splash of water wakes both of you up completely. Nashai'o looks at you for a second before blushing and letting you go.
"Sorry..." she mumbles. "I guess it's time to go."

Eleutherius:
You have no problems doing so.

Everyone:
I think we can skip ahead any time you're ready.

I continue to wait for everyone to get their butts into gear. All the while, I shift my weight anxiously.

(Ready to move on)

Marco blushes a little, then stands up and offers his hand to help her up. As he does, the "Bible" falls from his sleeve, it opens up to the bookmarked page on who her previous ring bearer was.

"Oh! I-I'm sorry!" He said, as he reaches for it.

Everyone:
You travel about a mile southeast (twenty-five minutes). Finally, you arrive on the border of the Ocean Legion's territory, which is a giant body of water with several islands scattered around it. However, the islands are so small that only tiny tribes and nomads live there. The main portions of the Ocean Legion are housed in floating islands, hidden in the sky, and in secret areas beneath the water. Hahai'i turns to you all.
"From here on, it's a straight line to Lasai'ei," he says. "However, it is a treacherous line. Mashai'i, you and Moriah make a boat. Silla and I will guide it once we are all aboard."
Moriah and Mashai'i cut down several trees. Before doing so, they thank the tree's spirit for allowing them to continue on their quest. Once they cut down three thick, tall trees, they use their power to merge them into one chunk of wood, which they then proceed to carve up. The whole process takes about two hours. By now, it is high noon. Once the boat is tested for buoyancy, everyone climbs aboard. Silla and Hahai'i move the water, propelling the boat forward. You all travel half a mile southeast, a mile south past an island with a mountain on it, a mile east, and half a mile southeast. Here, out on open waters just south of another mountainous island, you encounter another boat. This boat had recently left a floating island and had docked at the mountainous one north of your location. They are currently en route to another floating island to the south.
"Would you guys like to get on our ship? We can get you places fast," one of the sailors offers.
Your current route will take require that you travel roughly four miles from your location, assuming that no more islands get in your way. If you hitch a ride with these sailors, you could cut out about half a mile, and potentially get there much quicker.
Post a yes or no as to whether you want to hitch a ride or not. Once at least four of you have posted, I'll go with majority vote and continue from there.

Manra perks up just a little, as she hears the sailor's offer and then Atlanta, "Judging another by their outwards ... is what you don't like the other harpies doing to you, right, Atlanta? I may not be the brightest about the outside, but until reason is given to not trust someone because of what that person does or says, isn't it better not to judge another by their coverings? Whether race, or looks or occupation?" she mused quietly.

I sit in the center of the boat, rather anxious about being in the open water.
"I'm fine, if it's a bigger boat. The thing's made of wood and metal right?" I ask in a quiet voice. Otherwise, I keep curled up, holding my knees and my sword.

My stomach growls. "I'm rather hungry.... but do we have any money?"