Elise took a plunge out of the third story window. Her death was almost certain. She whimpered softly with her chest pounding a mile a minute.

"Please don't let me die," she wished as hard as she could.

She threw her arms over her head, waiting to splatter on the steely flooring of Prison Island. She was seconds away from hitting the ground when her descent suddenly slowed. Her screaming ceased into bewilderment. She looked up and noticed that she was holding the steamboat schematic over her head, and it held her up like a parachute.

"Maybe these aren't such evil plans after all," Elise said, finally catching her breath. But she found she wasn't out of the woods yet. Wind caught her and sent her soaring off in the direction of the Mainland Isle.

"Wait-a-minute," Elise cried, "Where are you taking me?"

The updraft sent her flying up towards a village square where several shops and houses lined a concrete fountain with a statue. Elise was billowing in the wind and heading straight towards the edge of town.

"Seriously Sea Anemones!" she cried as she hit the ground, tumbling off into a pile of weeds.

Feeling slightly dizzy and nauseated, Elise laid on her belly and took a nice deep breath. Her savior schematic rested on her stomach. "Phew!" she said. "Tito said this rescue mission was gonna be hard, but this is ridiculous."

She sat up in the weeds and looked into the village. A bunch of people in fancy, aristocratic robes and dresses strolled about their daily activities, unaware of the conflict that had transpired on Prison Island. What do I do now, Elise thought to herself and she looked down at Cornbury's plans which fluttered and flapped in the breeze. "I need to tell someone about these," the young girl said to herself, and she looked up at the fountain.

A statue of a noble woman stood tall and proud with a sword held by her feet. There was a golden crown place upon her head. "I know!" Elise said to herself. "I'll tell Queen Annabell. Didn't they say she was 'fair and just'?"

Elise stood up and happily began to skip. She was so pleased with her plan. Unfortunately, her skipping ceased when she took a look at herself in a shop window.

"Leapin' Lionfish!" she cried gazing at her pink jumpsuit. "I forgot, I'm a wanted criminal!"

Elise immediately ran around the other side of the shop, and hid herself. "What do I do?" she thought. "I can't simply go naky. I'm not Captain Archibell. I'm gonna need some new clothes."

She slid along the wall of the shop and peered around the corner. In colorful lettering, the overhead sign read, "Satyr Styles: Stitched and Woven by the GOAT."

She then snuck around the other side and looked in the window again. There were silky violet dresses and feathery hats hung on grey mannequins.

"She sells sea shells!" Elise exclaimed, her eyes widening along with her mouth. "I've found my new style."

She burst into the store and immediately she was accosted by a nasally, yet dapper voice. "Dear girl, what in the Four Great Oceans are you wearing?"

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Elise immediately started crying and whimpering. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm…"

"You should be sorry!" the voice said, and Elise gasped.

A man in a tuxedo stepped forward from the clothing racks. He was elegantly dressed, but that wasn't what made Elise's jaw drop. He had silver hair and goatee, but sticking out of them were a pair of horns. "Bah! Bah, I say," the satyr said pointing a hoof at her.

"Y-y-your your…" Elise said pointing at the man's horns.

"Excuse me!" the satyr said, "I don't point at you. Well, my horns do, but that is...beside the point!"

The satyr realized what he said and burst into a round of chuckles. "Oh ho ho. I see what I did there. Anyway, child...!

Elise continued to stammer and blubber until the satyr said, "What I was saying was, how dare you wear such garish fashions in here. That bright pink is so hard on the eyes. Only a complete malcontent fop would favor it!"

"About that," Elise said, rolling her eyes skyward and thinking of Cornbury.

"Ahem," the satyr said. "I assume you are here to rid yourself of those awful clothes. And you've certainly come to the right place! We at Satyr Styles have all the fashion that you would FAWN over."

The satyr caught himself again in his pun. "Oh ho ho. I am on a roll."

Elise took a deep breath of relief and asked, "Thanksy. What should I call you?"

The satyr pointed to himself and gave a knowing smile. "I am the GOAT. And I am the greatest of all time…when it comes to fashion."

"Well then, thank you, GOAT," Elise said, fluttering her eyes at him innocently. "I will talk to you if I need anything."

The GOAT walked back to his desk and began to ruffle his billy-goatee. Elise breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe, for now.

She began pushing through the magically revolving coat racks. Many of the dresses were bright with bold colors, but much better woven and less eye burning than the hot pink jumpsuit. After much deliberation, Elise located a vibrant purple sundress with a grey skull on it. It was oddly piratey for a sophisticated tailor. She reached her hand out, but right when she did, another small hand grabbed for it at the same time.

"Hey, hands off, four eyes," a somewhat snobby voice cried out.

Elise gasped, being reminded of her rough school life. She looked up, and noticed that it was a girl who was slightly taller than her. She was clad in a silver hood and all Elise could see was the girl's mouth. A sneer spread across the girls face. "I've been looking everywhere for this pirate skull couture. There's no way you're gonna snatch it away from me."

Elise's mouth began to timidly wobble and her eyes turned red and puffy with tears.

"Wait!" the girl said, suddenly panicked. "No need to be a sob sister and attract attention!"

She grabbed the dress and shoved it in Elise's face, muffling her face. "Take it!"

Elise pulled the dress off her face, but her eyes were still watering. "Why are you crying now?!" the girl demanded.

"Because you called me four eyes and now you're being nice to me and I'm confused!" Elise blubbered.

The hooded girl sighed. "I'm sorry. My dad said I'm a bit obnoxious because of my high-class upbringing. Whatever that means. Are you gonna keep crying now?"

Elise was silent. But her tears stopped flowing. The hooded girl extended her hand. "I'm Chloe."

"Elise…"

"Very well, Elise," Chloe said, "It was sorta alright meeting you. Goodbye now."

Elise looked at the dress as Chloe began to walk away. Feeling a bit bold, Elise called after the snooty girl. "Chloe...wait."

Chloe immediately spun on her diamond laced shoes. "Yes?"

"I...uh...can't afford this."

Chloe groaned and took Elise's hand. "I swear to the Ocean King, you're useless."

Chloe abrasive yanked Elise's hand and took her to the front desk where the GOAT was filing his hoofs. He raised a bushy eyebrow. Chloe put the skull print dress on the counter and casually said, "put this on Daddy's credit parchment."

A small smile spread across the GOAT's face. "Yes. Of course...your highness."