"Dragon, incoming!" someone shouted from the ship.
Honest let out a roar, and her plasma fireballs directly after. Pheda drew her sword, and leapt from the Night Light's back to the ship's deck as she swooped near for that very purpose.
Sailors and armed warriors alike scattered at the flame, hiding below decks. In minutes, the first ship was subdued by the two, and the others were shooting arrows that bounced harmlessly off Honest's scales. The ships were far enough away from one another that the others could not help the one that Pheda and Honest had taken, just as they'd planned.
Pheda darted to another hatchway, and bound it shut with a length of rope - she'd grown quite adept at this sort of thing over the past few years - then looked at Honest. No one here is going anywhere. Next ship?
Honest nodded in agreement, and the young woman remounted, then she took off into the air again.
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'Learn anything?' Honest asked Pheda, who had been interrogating the Captain, as she, wings pressed tightly against her sides, squeezed through the human-sized hatchway back on deck.
Nope, Pheda answered, but there's bound to be something on the flagship. It wouldn't make sense if there isn't.
'True, but when did this whole fiasco start making sense?'
Good point, but still. . . get me there, will ya?
Honest presented her back for Pheda to mount, then flew to the largest ship of the fleet, the one that must be the flagship. The decks were nearly empty - most of the men on board had jumped over the rail and into the sea to drown themselves, or else swim away to some unknown location, hours before. Pheda dismounted, then untied the rope that bound the hatchway shut, and threw said hatchway open. Honest jumped down, and the young woman moved to the doorway into the Admiral's cabin, undoing the rope there as well. After a few seconds of struggling, she managed to get the tightly-stuck door open, and slipped inside.
Pheda tumbled over the table - which had, for some odd reason, been placed right in the middle of the walkway - pushing it over, and let out a frustrated growl. She rolled to her feet, barely able to stand in the space, which was crowded with junk. She grumbled again. Screw it. With a pained grunt, she heaved the table back up onto its wooden legs. There. That's better. Pheda knew that she would need to be quick if she wanted to finish looking before it grew dark, for spending the night on an enemy ship was not on the list of things she wanted to do that day.
She moved to the desk, and began digging through the papers stacked atop it and in the crates beneath it. Throwing unwanted maps and graphs behind her until the floor was covered with useless debris, until there was next to nothing left. Then Pheda froze. Her eyes flicked over the paper in her hand, desperately making sure that it wasn't her imagination. It wasn't.
Pheda frantically dug through the rest of the papers, selected a map, then folded it and the piece of paper and ran out of the cabin. HONEST! I FOUND SOMETHING!
Honest's head poked up through the hatchway. 'You WHAT?!'