The ship descended several hundred metres below the cloud level before levelling back out and continuing to move forward, bound for that tall mountain I observed beforehoof. The pirates were clearly quite excited about being in this land again, but unfortunately, I turn to observe them just as the damned Princes emerge again from below deck, honourguards in tow. Zakurai seemed to bounce right back from his little dream encounter, no doubt with some alchemic assistance. Zabraxas, on the other hoof, still looked rough, and I could see an undercurrent of anger in his otherwise still neutral expression.