Aris wrapped her arms further around Jacoda's torso, hoping rather desperately that he knew what he was doing. Just one glimpse of that sparkling fish he pulled from his pocket and she quickly understood his plan to escape. He turned back to look at Aris, giving her a grin. The largest shark soon received the fish and stopped trying to bite their limbs off. Aris held tightly to Jacoda as he climbed atop it like it was a horse and steered it away, using its dorsal fin to make it go where he wanted. Being on the shark was warm, but not unbearably hot, as she had expected. As an added bonus, she hadn't fried to a crisp yet, so whatever Jacoda had that prevented him from being burned worked for her as well.<br/><br/>"Since you weren't listening the first time I told you, my name's Aris." She began to think hard, trying to recall what some of the pirates had said the previous night involving where the Flying Rotsman would be headed. One conversation seemed to stick out, one involving a certain bloodthirsty first mate.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"That Yagos 's insane I tell ya. Insane! Ye ever seen 'im plunderin'?" "Who 'asn't? T' think he was born 'n raised same place I did." "Hold on; I thought he came from Port O' Snakes?" "Port O' Snakes?"</span>Aris seemed to recall the one German cabin boy who had found her in the first place had quickly butted into the chat two pirates were having as soon as he heard of that dreaded place.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Aye, it's be like a nest of ne'er-do-wells, the drunkards, the whores, and ye can guess how often we pirates come by to pick up some new crewmates."</span><br/><br/>"Port O' Snakes. He<span style="font-style: italic">has</span>to be headed there. To get repairs and such." The only issue was, what direction was it in? She didn't have much time to wonder, when she saw the smallest fire shark go shooting away from the Pervy Freedom. Aris pointed, "That way!" and the fire shark quickly obeyed.