It was nice Node-ing ya

Lhasa, in her role as Captain Howler for the day, sees the shift happen. Not in a magical sense, as she doesn't have a sense of these things, but literally as ship by ship disappears into rainbows. She knows how to read a Compass, however, and she holds the precious mechanism in her hand, head bowed and Charter partway unfurled, as the bosun calls out orders and they make speed. Martin's trail is like a lay line, setting a course that she can read on the Compass with astounding clarity. It's a wondrous thing, really, and she keeps peering up wide-eyed from her work as if to see if the line can be perceived on the water like a laser. "Blimey," she whispers. White ship between them incapacitated and crumbling like a wet cookie, the Spicy Melissa and Big Sauce separate with a bone-grinding creak, and the thing just... drops, unceremoniously, with the exception of its' crew anguished shrieks. The black ship is gone as well.
Lhasa repeats her command with a throaty yell, "Full speed, all!" She scrambles up to the stern, tucking the Compass and Charter in her pocket, and relieves Magda. With a heave, she adjusts their course. "Thirty degrees! Follow!" The Big Sauce, with the Vanila Bean, and sundry adorably named ships adroitly following, makes its way to Cibola not far behind of the Oberkin.
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