“So what did sink the ship? Did you find something?” Alan felt a little uneasy, tracks were one thing, but it was what might have made them that was more alarming. He looked over to the old wooden ship that Flix had climbed into. Maybe there was something there, maybe… he gulped, maybe something had attacked here. But surely she would have screamed. Unless, of course, it had suddenly overwhelmed her. “Before we go, we’d better all get together and make a plan. I’ll go get Flix”. He ran off towards the ship, calling to the inquisitive vixen.<br/><br/>The looming hulk cast dark, menacing shadows. It smelt dank, decaying slowly over the centuries. “Flix – are you OK?” Alan called. There was no answer, just a slight creaking sound as his weight transferred from one wooden board to another. Suddenly something fell on him. His heart jumped, then he felt a warm bosom pressing into his back “Ha! Had you worried, did I? Awww, nice of you to care!” Flix grinned. Alan wasn’t sure whether to be angry or relieved – he turned and grabbed her tight “You stupid…” he warm muzzle pressed to his lips and she gave him good tongue “Mmm, yes, I was stupid enough to make love to you last night, wasn’t I?” Alan tried to gather his thoughts. “We should get back to the others, then find a way out of here, wherever this is. Dragox seems to have some kind of clue as to what might have brought us here, though I’m not sure he’s entirely trustworthy.” “Are you?” Flix quipped, rubbing herself against him. He didn’t answer that. “Come on. At least there’s nothing in this ship to harm us.” They walked back to join the others, still trying to make some kind of sense of what was happening.