In fact the water was so colored that one could not be admonished if one were to a.s.sume that it was watermelon juice instead of actual water.

The water swayed gently toward the rocky outcrop that surrounded the huge patch of water. The mountainous wall had a number of holes drilled through them, each which acted as the entrance to the inside.

At first Terrick had been stunned at the ease of entry, only after he had seen his mount flee in terror had he realized that the entrance they had used was unexpected for the simple reason that no sentient sea faring creature would come into a miles distance from the ominous mountain.

The settlement that he could see in front of him looked to be built on a mobile base, Terrick could wager was probably some complicated weave of sea weed, or an otherwise bulls.h.i.+t grand line phenomenon.

On the huge tough floor he could see a vast array of buildings built, each with some thin material that resembled paper. The settlement looked to favor the Wano country's architectural style, with a few huge scaly gates forming demarcations among the different people.

As Terrick observed he could see a women riding a huge Yuda beach onto the island. The creature immediately swam away going to what Terrick a.s.sumed to be the roost of its clout.

At the place that she landed he could see a huge mahogany gate that stood imposingly. It was built off an entwined union of four wooden pillars that met on a stylized bridge at its very top. At its very center was a scaly closure that barred entry into the island. It seemed to be made off of fallen scales and looked more like a curtain then a reasonable gate, still somehow managing to force Terrick to regard it with a certain level of caution.

He could see the women slowly walk towards the gate before knocking at the wooden gate in a unique pattern.

With a soundless flurry the gate opened, the scaly curtain moving upward as a faint gas began to pump towards the women. The scaled folded up at the very top standing parallel to the top bridge.

The women bowed solemnly to the gate, unafraid of the conspicuously colored gas that had been thrown on her.

Terrick gulped audibly as he calmed down. With a calming breath his presence began to thin, what used to be as bright as the sun had dimmed down to the intensity of a fire fly.

With a purposeful movement he began to swim towards the floating island. Each stroke of his hand harmonized with a wave so as to avoid any trace of his movement.

As he neared what he a.s.sumed to be the beach he could feel a thin extension. 'What an odd island' he thought to himself as he made his way to the gate.

He had been somewhat curious at the overall lack of security at the gate, but as he neared he could see it.

All around the island apart from the small patch of land near the gate had been pitched with high walls. The whole place had been fortified!

As he neared the gate he could not help the increase in his heart rate. He had taken an unusual risk, but he could not do anything else.

Before he had touched upon the beach he had tried to scale the wall. Unfortunately the wall was lathered with slime, he could not scale it. Then he had tried to use his needle trying to form a makes.h.i.+ft trekking axe.

With a dull sound the needle bent at its tip.

Thus he could do nothing but take the head on entry. With a dull sound he tapped against the wall, replicating the pattern that he had seen the women perform.

"Clack clack clack clack…" sounded the wooden gate before the hard scale wall in front of him slithered upward.

The scales folded in on itself as a concentrated burst of toxins brushed against his body. Terrick could do nothing but desperately hold his breath making sure that the toxin did not enter his body to the best of his ability.

As the wall in front of him cleared, the small precipice that he was standing on quivered. The fog before him cleared up enough for him to discern the silhouettes of the myriad buildings on the island.

Terrick promptly crouched down, immediately entering his peak of focus and silently skulking into the mist…

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"Edda! I have returned high priestess!" The women that had kidnapped Lorean's crew reported solemnly in a huge building.

In front of her a barely garbed young women stared serenely, her pale white garments a stark contrast to the dull brown that the older donned.

"Yura, how went your expedition?" She asked in a soft yet commanding voice.

"Edda, the expedition went as before high priestess, the foul infernals of the undersea court did nothing to impede the Yuda, in fact I even chanced upon a collection of foolish travelers. I have brought them here to be displayed!" The one identified as Yura said softly as she kneeled.

With a quick look to her side she motioned for a soldier to bring them in.

With swift movements the net that housed the crew was brought in, each of them still unconscious.

"Yura," the women began reproachfully as she walked towards the netted crew "What have I told you about bringing the ones you find to me? Dispose of them!" She ordered to the soldier.

"Edda, high priestess, forgive my foolishness." The women acquiesced bowing her head. Then with a commanding tone she called out to the soldier, "You heard the high priestess, dispose of them!"

As the soldier lugged the bodies out however he was stopped by the high priestess who now donned a pondering look, "For the past few moons, the world eater has not been fed, we must feed him! Deliver them to the eye so he may feast on them!" She said amending her previous order.

The man mutely nodded before proceeding out of the room. "Yura, the day of the swallowed moon approaches, quickly reunite with the other warriors and prepare for the festival!