Hello again. Today was my second scheduled return to Rendezvous Island.

On the way there I passed over many of the islands I had already visited. Using them as guide posts to show me the way back. I saw ships shuttling between islands. All bearing the red wings or purple eye on their sails. It seems to be spreading. The men and women aboard the ships and islands wave and cheer as I fly over them.

I won't lie. It feels pretty good. I half expected them to cower and/or run screaming into the underbrush at the sight of me. But they seem to be almost grateful. I wasn't expecting that.

The closer I get to Rendezvous Island the heavier the sea traffic gets. Convoys of dozens of ships, larger and finer than most I have see are sailing towards it.

More cheering, and even some impromptu parties break out below my path.

Much better than the despair and panic I was expecting.

When I finally reach Rendezvous Island there is an actual floating city around it. Hundreds, if not thousands, of boats and ships, tied loosely together into massive floating platforms. I had no idea there were even this many ships among the tribes. A closer look shows that the ones with red wings and purple eyes are the clear minority.

I would seem that these are mostly from islands and tribes I hadn't met yet. How many islands are there?! Looking through them one by one would take me forever!

Thankfully, after some evil eye mojo and making an example out of one bizarrely belligerent chief the rest bow down, and ask what tribute I desire. Talk about an ego boost. Luckily, this time my reluctant translator is around to grudgingly let them know I want their help finding my friends. And for them to get along with one another. I added that in, just in case. I don't want them killing each other when they could be looking for my friends.

They seem relieved. A whole group of pretty young girls break into tears of joy at my announcement. Scattering and hugging what seems to be their families. The people in the tribes seem to get very emotional very fast.

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Speaking of emotions.

I wonder how that funny kid with the bad attitude learned my language in the first place? I suppose I should ask him tomorrow. Or not. I don't see how it matters.

There was a feast tonight. It spread like wildfire, which I know a thing or two about, among the floating city.

Things were in full swing when the screaming started.

I was carousing with some of the chiefs and elders around a huge bonfire when I heard it.

The surly translator was quickly at my side. "God Raa!" They called me Raa, I think it meant sun, or one who is highest. Or both, I don't know. "God Raa!" He repeated. "God Fuun'thalor attack tribe! Go! Help!" Well, I couldn't have that now could I?

I flew off. The god in question turned out to be a large fish. Which is bad. Because I suck in the water. Luckily, I can just boil the waves around him and kill him that way.

Or so I thought.

Spears of spinning water rose from the surface of the ocean. Intercepting my attacks and rushing to batter me in return. Dodging and weaving through the attacks I closed the distance between us, and got a good look at Mr. Fuun'thalor.

Strange looking fella. Even for a fish. Stripes of reddish brown and ivory white covered him in an eye watering pattern that seemed to scream danger to my instincts. Spines extended from his back, and face, and fins. Looked like the porcupine of the ocean to me. A giant porcupine of the sea that is. He dwarfed me. His body extending twenty feet easily, and his mouth gaping wide enough to swallow me whole.

I saw a unlucky man get scratched lightly by one of his spines. Nothing serious I thought. Until the man puked his guts up, curled into a ball, twitched a bit. Then died.

So, yeah, that's poison. That is definitely poison.

I decided I had zero interest in getting close to that weirdo, and since my fire attacks from a distance seemed to be entirely ineffective, I went with plan E. For E-vil eye. I blasted him with a heavy ray of purple horror. About twice what I used to subdue an island, and all focused on him.

Mr. Fuun'thalor went belly up and just drifted there in the water. I think he had a heart attack.

He won't be missed.

I gingerly scooped him out of the water by stabbing a harpoon deep into him, and carried him to a deserted part of the island where I burnt him to cinders. Well, being attacked by an angry sea god kind of killed the party.

So now I am going to bed.

With all those ships out looking for my friends, surely something will show up!

Fingers crossed.

Goodnight.