Opal was under the deck, sitting in a rickety chair. There they were, sitting in the hold of a rickety ship she and her companion Frau had to rent last minute. When they had gotten the letter, there wasn't anytime to get her family's yacht. The tossing and turning of the boat caused Opal's stomach to tighten and ache, but she didn't feel too sick. Above deck, Frau was cursing up a storm. "What am I going to do with him..." Opal muttered to herself. She had met the tall man in Saffron some time ago, and he seemed like the guy who could keep her safe while she traveled. He would protest every now and then, but Opal didn't pay any mind to it.
Getting up, Opal moves to go above deck. This whole time, the rational part of her mind told her that this was a huge scam. It certainly wouldn't be the first time. But, in a deeper part of her soul, there was something pulling her to this island...though, she didn't tell this to Frau. Once she was on deck, she spotted Frau at the side of the boat, yelling about getting off the boat. It was a pretty sad excuse for transportation, but she didn't want to hurt the owner's feelings. The elderly man that owned the craft was far enough back and had enough hearing problems he couldn't hear Frau's wailing.
"C'mon, Zwei. We're almost there. If you want, you can take to the air. I don't mind staying on the boat." Opal said to her companion, coming up behind him. No need in him suffering if he could just have his Braviary fly him out.