As Mio dodges away, the tiefling pushes him even further to the side.  "Sorry," she hisses in a whisper.  "I just... really don't like being this cramped.  Especially with other passengers."<br/><br/>Inside Lang, the grippli looks a little downhearted at the revelation, but that quickly fades.  He looks at Aby's middle.  His tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth and he seems to zone out.  After a few moments, though, he shakes his head and turns back towards Aby's head.  Ibika pulls Aby closer to him and lets her bury her face wherever she wants.<br/><br/>The multi-hour journey goes smoothly.  Taizee would see nothing on the way to the island other than water and the gradually rising seabed.  There seems to be a lot of sand about, and the boat and swimmers soon come to a relatively shallow section of water, only about fifteen feet deep and shallowing.  Just ahead is a small island, barely a cay.  There are some trees growing on the island, and even a few cabins, but a walk around the island would take... an hour?  Maybe?  Nonetheless, the first mate points to the island.  "Put on all sail, girls," she tells Taizee and Lang.  "There's our destination."  The boat is limping along behind, still a ways away, but much closer than it was a while ago.