Valspan stuffed the unconscious woman into his mouth,  quick to squish the excess sea water out of his bowels and suck in some extra air for his newest meal.  He'd never had dragon before,  and it was a fairly new and exotic flavour. It practically tingled with the magic of its inherent properties, feeling like pop rocks in his mouth,  pleasant little bursts of extra flavour just seeping from her skin.<br/><br/>His sap had that effect. It was a slow acting but powerful long term sedative that drew life and magic from his victims. He'd yet to eat anyone truly skilled in the mystics arts,  save Wiska,  but in Wiska's case,  she was of a natural magic,  so to his 'tongue' it was much the same as eating a Hanaryuu,  just bland. His body was built to devour invaders,  not allies of the forest.<br/><br/>All that being said,  he had a battle to get into.  His body burned with the excitement of a real battle,  a feeling he hadn't had since... Something strange was going on.  Ah well!  As long as he got some more to eat.<br/><br/>The Goada wondered how he should go about his own attack.  The easiest thing to do would be to rip a hole in the side of the ship,  but the whole point of this attack was to take over the ship. Sin wouldn't be happy if he damaged it.<br/><br/>So instead he began to climb.  His vines reached up and took hold of what they could,  cannon ports,  rigging,  the railing,  the ship creaking and groaning as the heavy plant slowly hauled himself up and out of the water.<br/><br/>The tree would come over the rails just as the ship was underway. His eyes rolled about,  trying to spot his next prey,  but unfortunately he didn't have much in the way of night vision.  Actually his night vision was atrocious.  Instead his vines slithered out across the deck and up into the rigging above,  feeling for movement,  trying to locate some more food.  He would be on the aft castle,  since he had climbed directly up the ship after 'tangling' up the rudder.