Well, now she's even more eager to get her hands on a song for it.

The shrine is tucked around the edge of the mountain, a narrow and difficult hike. But a relatively short one, and not dangerous compared to what they faced inside the volcano.

The shrine... Is badly damaged. There are two large stones here, but only one is still intact. It shows a pattern: Up, left, right.

She repeats the pattern.

...It's like a voice in her head, except not.

Where does she want the wind to go?

Does "underneath Nemo" work?

The wind tries - but apparently this song doesn't do that level of control. What she gets is more of a broad gust that nearly sweeps them all off their feet.

Which leaves Tabby giggling like a loon.

And afterward there is a steady breeze in the direction she sent it in. "Can I try?"

Tabby is somewhat hesitant to let someone try her new thing, but she relents.

The wind responds to Nemo much more sluggishly. Or perhaps he's just showing restraint. "Cool. I think you're best at using this... But Red Lions gave it to the whole adventure crew, it's not your property, just remember that."

"I know. Maybe you'll get a magic thing that'll work really good for you."

"I'll be happy enough with a bigger share of the money."

Despite herself, she can't help but imagine the other possible award she could give him. But that would be very hasty. 

"Now that we can point the wind the right way, let's sail! Forest Haven, ho!"

Zeke starts humming what is probably a pirate song.

Gren is too busy reading the sail to do more than give him an annoyed glance.

"Oh, lighten up."

"I have a harmonica in one of the bags. You can use it if you play non-pirate songs."

He prefers to sing. It's almost disturbingly pretty.

Gren sails. Then she pokes Nemo into taking a turn sailing. Then everyone falls asleep, and sometime around midnight Nemo wakes up one of the kittens at random and insists that it's no longer his turn to sail.

Cue a human looking, naked, strangely not bothered by the chill Zeke grumbling at him. 

"We did agree to take turns sailing since we want to go through the night. You won't have to do it again for a while. I'm tired, I'll crash us into an island at this rate, here's your pants, your turn."

He gets somewhat dressed and takes over.

Nemo sleeps. He snores.

"Not even good at sleeping," he mumbles.