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It was a few days since they arrived in Loho, and for some reason, the little Dwarves that resided there did not let them leave. The cannon was loaded on the ship but the Dwarves made up ridiculous excuses for them to stay. Such as it was against the Shovel God to go on a Thursday or that they no longer accepted gold in the inn, so they had to do dishes to pay off their debt.

In their time in Loho, however, the crew learned fascinating facts about the culture there, such as they were fond of shovels and booby traps.

"Ooow!" Piers screamed. "That hurt!" Piers had just stepped on a rigged spot while the group was trying to make another escape from the town one night. Hooked up to an elaborate web of roots, another shovel had swung down and hit him with all its shovelly goodness. (AN: I am sorry for using "shovel" so many times).

"Piers quiet," Felix hissed annoyed. It was pathetic. They could stand up to Saturos and Menardi, Karst and Agatio, legendary sea monsters and fearsome dragons, but they were scared of a few ugly men?

A light appeared in one of the house windows. "They've spotted us, RUN!" Jenna whispered as urgently as possible. They began to flee, their footsteps sounding like roars as they padded against the hard earth. They were constantly dodging swinging shovels (but if they were Garet, Felix or Piers, they were successful due to their bulky forms. Though Felix was tall rather than bulky.)

For once they escaped. The Dwarves had cubby legs they could not run very fast, but it worried the group when a few of them began to trip on the slope and roll down like balls. They discovered it quickened their pace quite a bit.

They reached the ship and only had a few moments to start off. A fell rolling bodies thudded against the side, but the unfortunate Dwarves were too disoriented to stand up and climb over the top.

"Phew, glad that's over," Jenna said with a sigh when they were safely off. She watched the little cubby spots on the coast jump up and down with anger, and she leaned back on someone she thought was her brother for support as she caught her breath. (Which was silly because Felix was steering the ship.)

"Yeah, me too," Isaac whispered in her ear as he slid his arms around her. For the last few days, he had been avoiding her. Though he had returned to his former self, he always found it hard to apologize. He knew he had been such a jerk, but he did not know how to say sorry.

Jenna was unsure of how to act. She knew he was purposely evading her, but now he seemed to want to be near her again. She just let him rock her back and forth in her arms, not wanting to enjoy it but finding it hard to suppress her emotions.

Meanwhile on the upper deck…

"I told you, they kissed in the cabin!" Sheba said to Ivan, very angry that he did not pay up.

"We have no proof of that," Ivan retorted, arms crossed. "If you look down there now, then you'll see that Jenna is not comfortable with him anymore. It will take the romantic influence of an old lighthouse to reignite the sparks between them."

"You cheater," Sheba scowled. "You know and I know that I won this bet, and if you need proof, I'll get you proof." Sheba climbed down the ladder, and called out to Jenna, asking her to meet her in their room. Jenna looked a little sorry that she had to go.

"Sorry about this Isaac," She said slowly. "Um, maybe we can stargaze again tonight, for old times sake."

"Yeah sure," He replied scratching the back of his neck. Sheba was becoming a little impatient with them. At the moment, she could not care less about mending their relationship; she had to prove that little worm Ivan wrong and win her money. Once Jenna had stepped inside, Sheba signaled to Ivan to follow. He would listen outside the door.

"What is this all about?" Jenna asked, sitting on her "bed".

"You and Isaac," Sheba explained, leaning against the wall.

"Couldn't you have waited?" Jenna said. "I mean, we were kinda-"

"You looked distressed," Sheba said with a frown. "You seemed as if you didn't know whether to be happy that he's willing to make up or angry at him for being so insensitive. Tell me, what is going on between the two of you."

"Nothing, it's just we've been a little distant lately," Jenna mumbled. "I mean after his wound and Mia's Miracle Potion, there just been this space between us."

"Well, hey I guess it was never meant to be," Sheba said, slightly sorry for her words. She knew Isaac and Jenna were destined to live their lives together until a ripe old age- or at least until Felix killed Isaac because of some sort of marital spat between the otherwise happy couple. "It's not like you ever kissed or anything."

"Well, actually…"Jenna drifted off. Sheba saw her chance.

"Was it a real one?" She asked, leaning in to hear her answer. Jenna muttered yes, looking away. Sheba jumped up. "Excuse me, my friend, I have some business to attend to. And I will get you your Isaac back." She threw open the door, but Ivan was not there.

Of course he wasn't; he had ran up onto the deck as soon as he heard the quiet mumble of an answer.

"Piers, do you think that anyone would care if I died," He asked the Mercury Adept.

"Why?" Piers asked.

"It's a matter of pride, and I might die soon because of it" Ivan said.

"Ah, pride," Piers said. "Mommy told me that it's a miracle I never had much or else I would be leading a very miserable life. I never understood what she meant by that. Anyways, there would be a few tears shed for you, depending on what you did that would damage your pride."

"How about walking out on a bet by jumping overboard?" Ivan asked.

"That's the coward's way out!" Piers bellowed. "But no one said there was anything wrong with that." His voice had quieted. Ivan grew squeamish as he heard Sheba call out his name. "I always take the coward's way out, and there is nothing wrong with me! I bet you'd like to be like me, wouldn't you Ivan?"

"Yeah sure," Ivan grumbled. He spotted Sheba's blond head approach. "Well, I got to go. And Piers, should I die by some sort of unfortinate fall at sea or a lightning slip up, I leave all my debts to you." He ran off.

"Jumping overboard, huh?" Piers said to himself. "Well, I hope Ivan knows it is terribly dangerous to go swimming with all these monsters out there."

The air grew colder the ship traveled north. Ice bergs started to appear, drifting in the ocean as the ship tried to avoid them. The frigid seas lapped against the hull.

"Here we are again," Felix said as they approached the large chunk of ice that kept them from Prox. "Fire when ready!" He called to Kraden who was put in charge of the cannon for some odd reason.

"Hm? Fire?" Kraden had fallen asleep in the few minutes since his orders were given, and his eyes grew wide. "FIRE! RUN! FIRE!" He rushed around in a few circles before collapsing of exhaustion. Felix sighed.

"Garet, you're the closest," Felix said. "Fire the cannon."

"Hey, it's Kraden's fault for skimping out on his job," Garet accused. "Why should you yell at me."

"Kraden is eighty," Mia reminded him. "Be a dear and do the job the old man is too feeble to complete." She smiled sweetly at him.

"You know, eighty really is not that old," Piers said. "I kissed my first girl at eighty."

"You have kissed a girl?" Ivan asked incredulously.

"Well, it was a girl cat but…"

"SHUT UP! WILL SOMEBODY JUST FIRE THE CANNON SO WE CAN GET ON OUR WAY!" Felix snapped.

"Fine, Felix," Jenna said, sightly annoyed by her brother's temper.. "You don't have to get so mad about it." Jenna loaded the magma ball and fired the cannon. The ice melted, leaving them a passage to Prox.

"In a few days, we'll probably be on our way home," Remarked Isaac to Jenna. She smiled.

"Home to Vale…with our parents."

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Author's Note: This was not very funny or romantic, but it was to show the passage from Loho to Prox. Not my best. Next chapter will be the last. Please R&R.