She toddles around the boat. To her untrained eye it seems like some sort of fancy sailing yacht, with only a few rooms belowdecks. There is no obvious food storage anywhere, but in what seems like the captains cabin there are some things that seem immediately useful, a harpoon, an axe, a telescope. Some of the stuff might be more useful if she can find land, a bear trap, a satchel that she will open up and explore later, a whistle, some real heavy metal boots that she probably wont be able to fit for years, but the metal the boots are plated in seems useful to have.

Another thing she finds in the cabin is a mirror. This is the first time she has ever been able to get a good look at herself since the first time she woke up in that tentacle pit. She’s practically a baby shes so young! Six years old at the oldest, and so short! At least with only the things on boat to compare herself to she seems very short compared to whatever height of person the boat was built for, if she assumes it was built for a 6 foot tall person then she is tiny. After she gets over how small she is now, she notices what a pretty child she is, like some sort of perfect doll of a child, she looks like some airbrushed child actor from a movie. Normal kids didn’t look like this, normal kids are dirty and have missing teeth and are gangly and goofy looking. She shudders, knowing she was probably this cute as a child because voice wanted her to grow up attractive.

She can’t bring herself to hate her new face though, it was still adorable and it’s hard to be mad at adorable, especially when that face is yours. She reaches up to touch her long hair that went past her shoulders, her new hair was such a pretty shade of copper now, and it was so soft. She hates to admit it, but if she had been forced to design a girl child body to become, this is probably close to what she would have wanted to look like, though the unnatural level of prettiness was still bit strange for a child.

She is a little embarrassed that she was distracted by her face and hair before even bothering to take a look at the monster parts of her body! She has two little horn nubs sticking out of her forehead, she knows those will grow to be long, curved, sharp and dangerous things when she is older. Her hands have pointed hard little claws covering the topside of her final finger joint, leaving her fingertips free underneath them, she will have to be careful when picking things up. The topsides of her fingers and hands are scaled with tough seeming yet oddly soft and smooth white scales and the scales travel a little ways up her wrist, the palms and undersides of her fingers are still human skin though. Her ears are long and wide and pointed and are covered in velvety pale blue fur that becomes fluffier near the tips, they rotate slightly to match the direction of sounds they are hearing.

The pale blue fur on her ears continues down the back of her neck to meet the next monstrous part of her, her large sky blue feathered wings that were currently tucked behind her. The fur strip going down her back melds into downy feathery fluff and then transitions to larger feathers at the joint of where her wings extend from her shoulder blades. The back of her shirt has long vertical slits for her wings to come out of. She opens up her wings to find they have an impressive wingspan for a pair of  wings attached to the body of a small child, she can barely open them the whole way in the confines of the cabin. The wing feathers are incomparably soft and fluffy, and many feathers seem much too downy to be useful in flight, but she supposed she is still a child so maybe she has ‘chick’ down. From her wing joints the fur continues down her back towards a thick lizard-like tail that is continuing down the line of her spine, the tail is still fluffy on most of its surface, and she can see patches of downy feathers blended in well with the fluff. If she lifts her tail there will be smooth and oddly soft scales like the ones on her hands on the underside of her tail, they barely feel like scales at all and more like some kind of oddly textured skin.

She can feel something is different under her shirt so she carefully extricates it from her wings (wings make taking shirts off so tricky!). She finds more patches of soft scales and fur and downy feather fluff. Her front side seems to be normal pale and freckled human skin, her face and down her neck and chest and stomach were all normal skin. But curving around her hips from behind her is the soft fluffy fur and feather down to match her wings and tail, covering her sides from the top of her hips to the bottom of her ribs, and as it faded into skin there were the soft white scales again, the transition from pale skin to soft white scales to very pale blue downy fluff and fur seemed fairly smooth and natural and didn't feel too strange under her fingers. The fluffy patches felt nice to stroke, it was like having your hair played with but with more density of follicles.

She carefully puts her shirt back on (the wings kept getting caught in the fabric!) and does not even dare to take her pants off, she is dealing with whatever lewd nonsense the voice changed down there some time later. Just from the sensations coming from down there nothing felt too weird though, felt like normal legs. her feet coming out of the bottom of the pants looked like normal human feet at least.

She was some kind of fluffy feathered dragon and human hybrid, some real monstergirl encylopedia kinds of vibes with all the usually lusted after parts still being human and then monster parts to accentuate the human parts, except she was a tiny child instead of a busty monster girl. She is sure when she grows up the monster girl encyclopaedia vibes will only get more powerful though, the voice would surely have changed her to grow up that way.

That was probably enough time spent preening and oogling at herself, it was a body the voice gave her anyway, she knew it was probably filled with awful surprises left by her, she shouldn’t be thinking anything nice about this body at all.

The boat had been left unmolested so far by the creatures of the blue because there was only the mental energy of a child on board, not something that the corrupted and pleasure seeking creatures in the blue would bother to feed on.

But, not all monsters feed on pleasure, and not all monsters assault ships simply to feed. Some things in the deep blue will attack ships simply because the ship dares to intrude in their territory. One such creature had spotted the shadow of the boat on the surface from deep below and resented its existence in the waters it claimed as its own.

She hears rain start to drum outside on the deck of the ship and goes upstairs to see it. This was great! She was worried about not finding any full water barrels, but maybe she could fill containers with the rain water! She empties a barrel that was currently filled with spare sail, and with her child's body slowly nudges it to collect water dripping off the sail. There was surprising strength in these tiny limbs! She had half expected the barrel to be impossible to move, it had still been difficult but not nearly as hard to move as she imagined.

The rest of the barrels she found had been belowdecks, and there was no way she would be able to roll a barrel up the stairs from belowdecks even if she was 5 times as strong. So, she hoped the rain lasted long enough to fill the one empty barrel on deck.

….The rain was quickly getting more intense, this shower seemed to be turning into storm in very little time. Almost unbelievably rapidly some strong winds pick up and start causing the boat to rock back and forth violently as the winds slam into the sail. This was getting scary fast! She knows during a storm you put the sails away but she has no idea how to do that! The rocking from the wind was getting bad enough that it was getting hard for her to maintain her balance on the deck. The rain was getting heavier and colder, how could a storm this bad happen so fast!

There are probably ship things she could do to make things safer but she doesn’t know how to do them, if the boat sinks she doesn’t know if she will survive, who knows how far away land is or in what direction.

While she is busy panicking and worrying about what she is even able to do about all this, a sharp tingle from her horns jolts her brain. She’s new to having horns and getting a brand new sensory experience from them is a bit of a shock to her, but the new sensation from her horns is insistent, and it seems to be pointing to the left and downwards. She looks through the handrails on the left side of the boat, being careful to hold onto something as the boat rocked in the storm, and peeks over the side to see what the hell was making her horns tingle like this.

There was a shadow under the water, a big shadow, it had to be at least twice the size of the boat! She spots the shadow swim underneath the boat to the other side and can feel the sensation in her horns follow it. This was bad, what the hell was that thing! All the could think about was the kracken scene in Pirates of the Caribbean and it scared her shitless, she had always hated the ocean for a reason! Not only could you drown, it was filled with scary things! 

The tingles in her horns only got stronger as whatever was under the boat got closer. There was a grinding sound as whatever that thing was scraped up against the bottom of the boat! The whole boat tilted steeply to one side from being scraped up against by something so large. She falls to the slippery deck and starts to slide down its tilted wet surface, she uses her claws to grip onto the wood and stop her sliding. But, the barrel she set up before was not so secure and started to slide towards her, picking up speed. She has to let go of the deck and throw herself to the side, the barrel barely misses her and impacts heavily with the railing of the boat. Shes sliding again now but manages to catch herself on the entrance to the stairs that go belowdecks to the captains cabin. She tucks herself into the stairs just as whatever the huge monster was that was attacking the boat stopped scraping against it, and the boat tilts back violently the other way to right itself.

She is relatively safe in the small stairway but she is so scared, it feels like she has been scared half to death at least once every single time she has been lucid and aware since she first woke up in that tentacle pit. She crawls her way into the captains cabin and hides under the bed, with how badly the ship was rocking this had to be something like an earthquake and that’s what you were supposed to do during earthquakes.

She feels like she spends hours under that bed, feeling the storm outside rock the ship and batter it with violent rain, feeling her horns tingle every time whatever was in the water came close, anticipating the violent wooden creaking sounds every time the monster impacted with the side of the ship. At one point, she can hear loud splintering and a feel a shaking from above her on the ceiling of the cabin, she guesses that might have been the mast breaking off. Whatever was attacking the ship was hitting it harder, always on one side. During one impact she is sure she can hear a animalistic roar over the rain and the handrails on that side of the ship shattering. For hours and hours there is the sound of the storm, the feeling in her horns signalling the approach of whatever it was, and the creaking and shudder of impacts.

Eventually the feeling in her horns stops coming back, and the impacts against the boat end. She stays under the bed anyway, too scared to move. The storm even eventually fades. Still, she stays under the bed. Eventually, her body can take no more of this stress and fear and mental exhaustion and she falls asleep.

The creature swims away satisfied, having pushed that intruding vessel out of its waters. Summoning some violent storm winds and some firm shoving usually convinced the awful wooden things to leave its territory.

She awakes still under the bed, to the sound of seagulls and a distinct lack of the rocking sensation that was typical for a ocean going vessel.

The Blue is big. We may never truly know how big, because trying to reach the 'end' of the Blue, the very edge of creation itself, is something of a futile endeavor. But vast reaches of empty sky and largely sterile sea lie out there, the uniformly barren saltwater and air only occasionally pockmarked by oases of life. Shallows and islands where the conditions are right for life to prosper.

And what's more, the few great leviathans who do stalk those dead waters, enormous predators lurking under the sea and travelling great distances alone, do not appreciate interference in the least. Ships lost too far from shore have plenty of tales of enormous beasts driving them away, either attacking and killing or kidnapping some and leaving the others to drift, or simply sinking the whole lot with one dismissive blow from a tentacle the size of a mainmast, or even summoning great storms to blow ships away in fury. Hence the storm that has washed a small boat ashore here.

An island. One that is far, far away from anything that could be considered important, placed between two vast seas - one of salt and one of air - like a mote of dust upon a giant's eye. The arrogant sun shines down mercilessly here, where a riot of plant and animal life clings to the rock and sand, and marine life gathers around the narrow shelter offered by the shallows, sands too high for the great leviathans to intrude upon comfortably.

Now there is a small wooden boat on that island. Still soaked in seawater as the annoyed cries of seagulls mingle with the gentle sound of waves, it rests upon a narrow beach. The beach is a vast hostile battlefield to some - as crabs scuttle around desperately scavenging bits of algae or zooplankton. Traversing a vast plain of sand and pebbles, crabs scuttle across and battle for survival, avoiding the hard-shelled clams and mussels too defensive to crack open easily, darting for the shelter of rocks and pools and burrows whenever the specter of death from above appears, as a seagull swoops near.

But to larger beings it's just a beach. Sand and shell and the pungent smell of life where land meets water. Merciless sunlight raining heat down upon the wrecked boat. Off to the right is an increasingly craggy series of large rocks ending in some sort of cliff, and ahead and to the left is an expanse of green jungle. Sparse close to shore, but a bit further in palm trees and ferns and colorful flowers and thick vines make a dense barrier that blocks vision. The beach continues for some time and curves out of sight.

She climbs out from under the bed to find everything in the cabin thrown about, but all the useful seeming stuff she had found was still there, that was a relief. Navigating the cabin with the boat tilted so sharply to one side is a bit tricky, sometimes she has to lean down to use her little claws to grip the wooden floor.

She comes up to the deck, the deck is a splintered mess of broken railings and with the mast missing. She sees just where the boat has beached itself, sems like a beachy beach and there are trees inland and hopefully some water. She’s hoping she’s watched enough Bear Grylls to stand a chance here. She realizes the boat is not very deeply beached and worries it might float away in high tide, so she drags some heavy rope around the stub of the mast and around the cabin. She planned to tie the other end to a rock or a tree on the beach, but even just that much work has her tired out, so she decides to take a break.

She has more strength and stamina than she would have expected a tiny child to have, but she still gets tired so fast and so easily just carrying rope and it is frustrating, and she takes so LONG to walk anywhere with these tiny legs!

The boat seems unlikely to unbeach itself in the next hour so she heads back down to the captains cabin to rest and poke around inside the leather bag she had found earlier. Theres writing on the bag but it’s not any alphabet she recognises. She opens it up and finds the entrance to be… black, like light just stops when it hits the entrance. She knew magic had to be real because of all the things the voice did to her but to experience it so… casually, that this bag is just clearly some kind of magic, was a bit of a shock.

She is not gonna stick her hand into a black void without testing it first, that would be stupid, what if it just deletes her hand, she has read grimdark fantasy before and knows things can be traps. She grabs the closest thing she can find from the floor, a goose feather that must have come out of one of the pillows on the bed, and she pokes the tip inside the void and pulls it out. The feather seems fine. She grabs a chunk of splintered wood that must have rolled inside from the upper deck and drops it in the void, then tips the bag over to see if the wood chunk falls out of the void, it does not. She is tentatively concluding this magic mag is of the ‘black void leads to greater storage space’ variety rather than the ‘deletes hands that go into it’ variety. She decides to test if the bag does anything to living things by poking the tip of her tail into it, she is a lot less attached to her tail than her hands, her tail comes out fine. She guesses thats as good as test of safety as any and reaches into the bag.

Theres a sense of a bunch of things being “close” to her hand to grab, and a rough sense of what the item are shaped like. The sense of all these items being so “close” to her hand to grab meant that physically their dimensions would have to overlap and make it impossible to grab any specific item, but there is a clear ‘grabbing point’ for each of the items in the bag and she can reach easily for all of them. The new sense of where to grab to pull a specific object out of the bag is a bit odd but she has been dealing with a lot of new senses lately so it doesn’t even phase her at this point, it’s not nearly as distracting as the monster detector in her horns (at least she assumes that was what that was).

She pulls out everything from the bag, the magic bag must have a ton of internal magic space because there is so much inside it that the floor of the cabin is completely covered in items by the time she is done.

she finally finds a use for the computer functions in her brain! She makes a literal mental list of all the items she pulled out of the bag.

•  A wooden chest that was actually pretty hard to pull out simply due to its sheer size for such a young child, and it barely fit through the opening of the bag. Inside is maps, sea charts, star charts, vellum and some ink and quills for writing new maps, and some instruments that either are for measuring on a map or the wierd little metal doo dads that captains would look through in pirate movies to measure something in the sky.

• A nicer wooden box with what seemed like a fantasy medics kit? Mortar and pestle, some herb bags, bandages, some glass syringes that certainly seemed more sturdy and less delicate than the syringes she was used to, glass and metal vails and cups with measuring lines on them, and more important some notes, they are in english, but at a first glance they are about anatomy, she will look them over properly later.

• A obviously magic watch with a bunch of indicators like time, and a mini compass, and depth, and a coordinate that could be latitude and longitude! It had a whole bunch of other indicators too. But nothing in the watch was electronic, it was all fine gears-work and shoving so many detectors into an analog item the size of a watch was clearly impossible, it practically screamed magitech steampunk vibes.

• A gold cup that made her hand feel something when she touched it, she will note that down as probably magical.

• A blowing horn, made out of an actual animal horn, this item also gave her weird vibes, but different from the last item. Also went into the maybe magic category.

• A fancy belt with a engraved dragon head in the buckle, just handling it made her arm feel more energised. Clearly magical.

• A silvery metal gauntlet with different coloured gems in the knuckles, she really hopes thats not a thanos gauntlet. It seems very fancy and while she doesn’t get any particular vibes from it, if the trend of magic items continues it was probably magical, just its design alone would make her guess its was somehow magic in a d&d game.

• little jewellery makers glasses but with more of a goggle base to them, with lots of little lenses that could be flipped up and down over the main lenses. Neat.

• A straight rod made of what looks liked crab chitin or something similar, topped with a large pearl. If this item wasn't magic she would eat her tail. It was even more obviously magic than the thanos gauntlet.

• A gold staff topped with a big purple gem that would be the right size for an adult but right now would be very hard for her to hold up without it tipping over. Touching it made her hands tingle in the same way the gold cup did, was gold the factor in common? Put it in the probably magic category.

• Some nice soft leather gloves with fire patterns on them, maybe it was in her head but they felt slightly warm to the touch.

• Some items in a mesh bag that that were explicitly for doing magic it seems! A mini harry potter cauldron, some candles and a candlestick, a bottle that was all faceted like a gem and maybe actually was made of gem? What was clearly a magic wand of dark smooth wood. AND THREE BOOKS! in english! They seemed pretty old and hand copied. The titles were “Theorems on maegick and runenodes”, “The art of alchemistry and how not to blow yourself up.” And “The words of those who came before: An exploration of languages from the times of the elven empire.”. Well, hopefully those books have clues as to the kind of world she has been thrown into.

•The first of three weapons, wich was a bit troubling that whoever owned this bag before needed three weapons. A gold sword that is not soft or heavy enough to be real gold? It sure looked like real gold though. Did not give off any weird vibes at all when touching it so maybe gold is not a common factor amongst magic stuff.

• A large magitech gun with a large stock, a big barrel and a handgrip under that barrel, too big for her to easily carry as a small child. She can see a crystal in the middle of whatever mechanism it probably used to fire so it was probably magic. It was gun shaped and had a trigger so she was not gonna touch it again until she was absolutely sure it was safe. Gun safety applies to magic guns also

• Another magitech gun of similar design but the size of a old timey pistol. And she is not touching that one more than needed either.

•Three outfits sized for adults in their own cloth bags. One seemed like a normal outfit of pants and a long sleeve shirt and a belt and boots, clearly not made using modern machinery but the fabric was soft and it seemed comfy, pity it didn't fit her.

•Outfit number two was a maid outfit, like literally what you would see in a maid cafe, But it had armor pieces to go along with it. Battle maids? What kind of anime bullshit was this?

•Outfit number 3 was a tiny metal bikini, literal bikini armor. Of course the voice is part of a universe with bikini armor, what else should she have expected. Well, this haul of magic items had been pretty cool, it was a pity none of the clothes came in children's sizes, she didn't think her one pair of a shirt and pants that were currently on her body would last that long, they didn't seem particularly sturdy.

She carefully packs everything back into the very neat magic bag and climbs back on deck to continue tying ropes around stuff. Then she throws the ends of the ropes off the side of the boat and very carefully climbs down a ladder going down the side to where “water” level would be if the boat wasn't beached, it was still a bit of a drop from the bottom of the ladder to the beach but it was onto wet sand and she remembers making jumps this high in her original childhood. She jumps, her wings open up automatically, and she lands gracefully on the beach instead of a tumble like she expected. Nice!

The boat - more a large boat than a small ship, with only a single cabin above and a small amount of storage space below - is leaning to the side where it's beached. The parts of the hull touching the ground are pretty badly beaten up, and the tall mast consists of a vertical pole with another long piece of wood extending horizontally, with canvas sails and ropes harnessed between them. The is pretty badly damaged too, the beam snapped near the end and dragging large amounts of canvas through the sand. The crabs have already colonized the pile of silty canvas resting on the ground as an impromptu shelter, and even begun exploring upwards along the wooden beam, though they fall off just as easily.

Regardless, with the boat leaning to the side the drop to the beach is definitely manageable. Some of the pebbles are sharp and sand sticks to her toes as crabs scuttle away or bury themselves in alarm. A breeze wafts in from the jungle, bringing with it a wet, earthy scent. On a closer look, there seem to be a few pieces of driftwood scattered all across the beach, some unidentifiable but others bearing the shapes of smashed or leaking chests, crates, or barrels - their contents scattered nearby. There are also a couple of crates sitting in the water, shifting back and forth slightly as if they're stuck on something. The coil of heavy rope she dropped down from the deck sits in a rough pile by the bow.

She is glad the crabs run away when she gets close, she would hate to step on one, that would feel pretty gross. Crabs are buglike enough to also be a little creepy.

Oh! If there’s other washed up ship stuff, maybe there’s people and civilisation or something. At the very least maybe those crates have salvage, magical weapons and magi-tech do not seem like they’d do that much for basic survival needs. If she could find a water bottle or some canned food or something that’d be pretty neat though. Today is looking up! Despite the fact she is a tiny child that is shipwrecked on an island, it is a whole lot better than what she was going through before, and she has the mind of an adult who enjoyed watching youtube survival videos, so she probably wont die.

She drags the heavy ropes the the nearest tree and does her best to tie them around it. There! Now her boat wont float away during high tide.

It's a fair bit of a workout to drag the thick rope around the nearest tree. A vertical pole is a far cry from the hitches common on docks to tie boats down, but with a good enough knot (that the extra-thick rope is a serious challenge to maneuver into, as bulky and stiff as it is), it should hopefully hold as long as the palm tree itself does.

The seagulls flying overhead and resting on the rocks nearby seem to be recovering from their initial fear. Several have landed on the boat. A small swarm of them appears to have descended on one of the beachside crates, too. The pleasant, earthy scent from the jungle continues. It's almost flowery. Though there was also a flash of movement from deeper in, something large moving just barely close enough to produce an almost-unnoticeable tingling in her electrosensitive horns before it moved past.

Also... A drink of water would be nice, wouldn't it?

Well, if the seagulls are interested in something in that one crate, she is interested in that one crate. Off she toddles to look at the crate. Her horns tingle as she gets closer the mass of birds.

The gulls appear to be pecking at and possibly fighting over a something inside the crate. Broken glass and colorful stains can be seen around it, but the gull swarm covers the center.

She yells and flaps her arms (and without thinking about it, her wings, wich give her a much more impressive silhouette) to scare away the gulls. “Hey get outta here! Im big and scary! I even have claws!”

Without the wingspan adding on size, honestly a seagull wasn't really that small compared to how big she was now, a hungry bird might not even have cared if a normal toddler sized thing came up to yell at them.

These are some mean gulls! And there's a lot of them! Some scatter away from her, but others fly right at her in challenge, flapping and pecking!

Oh no, the seagulls seem a lot bigger up close! Ah scary birds! She flaps her wings at them to bat them away and screams, holding her hands up to protect her face and closes her eyes.

She doesn't see how her body shifts through a bunch of different colours while she screams until her whole body, including the wings and feathers, almost exactly matches the colour of the sand and sea behind her. Unless you looked closely, you'd just see a floating set of clothing.

The gulls go back to their very determined attempts to get at something inside the wrecked, pungent-smelling crate.

She opens her eyes when theres no more sound of angry gulls attacking her, and can see beach through her hand! She jerks her hand and suddenly its not invisible, the beach it had been copying was now at odds with where her hand had moved to, but in a few seconds her hand ‘updates’ to show the scenery behind it again. What the hell! She didn’t know she had some kind of predator cloaking power!

She messes around more by moving her arm in front of stuff and watching it change to match what was behind it it, it was pretty fun! But eventually that gets stale and she glares at these evil sky rats. These seagulls have offended her personally now. She moves a little into the beach to find a big stick, finds a long one, and comes back to face the evil birds. Her camouflage power is still on (she doesn’t know how to turn it off anyway). She doesn't take her clothes off though to make the invisibility perfect, thats going a bit far.

The little dragonkin yells a war cry in a pathetically high childish voice and rushes the crate with the seagulls, swinging wildly.

A big stick and determined yelling is more effective at driving them away, though they're doing plenty of screeching all on their own! The thing they're all after appears to be a glass mason jar with a light red liquid just barely dripping out of a cracked stopper. There are other jars, most broken and leaking various things, but this one smells really really good! It's nothing like anything she's smelled before, a bit like some sort of spice, a bit like a delicious meal, but definitely very good! Currently three gulls are nipping at it between aggressively screeching at each other. The more injured gulls seem to think better of the whole thing and fly away. She can definitely reach in and grab the jar, hands being a lot better for holding things than beaks. Though she might get... Several or more scratches in the process with how frenzied the swarm of seagulls is being.

It turns out she’s pretty good at stick waving, her swings seem to be good at catching gulls even as they flap around and swoop her, but her arms are probably not strong enough to do much damage unless she gets real lucky hitting a wing.

She decides shes gonna go for it, fuck you birds, this is mine now. She will deny them what they want out of petty spite. She reaches in for it while trying to use her wings to shield herself a little.

The gulls don't really have the mass or determination to do more than draw blood from a couple of scratches as she grabs it and clutches it close. There's still a lot of them here, though.

That hurts!

Though… it seems her skin held up pretty well against gull scratches, those beaks looks sharp and they didn’t get very deep. She carries whatever it is back to the boat, to hide it in some unbroken container. If the gulls follow her back to the boat, then she is going to get the sword out of the magic bag and really show them to fuck off,

A few gulls follow her, but they're far less confident in smaller numbers. The swarm largely disperses, with a few of the biggest gulls having achieved dominance over what's left of the stain this dripping jar left in the shattered crate. They follow her and watch for weakness... But don't actually attack again. Several even get bored and start going after crabs again.

Stupid jerk birds! Those scratches stung! She kind of wanted to sit down and cry about it even though she had been through much worse only recently, maybe being a child was affecting her.

She brings the jar back to the ship, wraps it in sailcloth, and puts it in the last remaining barrel that was secured, and so hadn't tipped over or gone overboard during the storm. Let’s see the sky rats get through that!. Okay, she had defeated the birds.

Finding some water might be a good goal now. Though who knows how far away a river might be, or even if the island had one, it might be a tiny island for all she knew. She needs to plan out her strategy.

She notices her weird camo skin had gone back to normal now, she had the colours of skin and feather and fur that she woke up with. But, with just a thought of how it felt to see the beach through her hand, her skin goes all camo again. If she wants to use it to hide she cant have her clothes giving her away… But even if it was just her around it was a little embarrassing to get naked… No, she wasn’t going to let something like shame get in the way of safety!

She takes off her pants and very carefully pulls her shirt off (dang wings make shirts very difficult!).

Then she tries to take off a silvery flexible thick collar she had on. It was kind of odd she didn’t really notice she was wearing it before now, but it was so comfortable maybe it just hadn’t registered. It doesn’t come off. She pulls, she yanks, she scratches and it will not come away from her skin! It’s like there was something gripping at her skin from the inside of the collar! No no no she can’t stand having another thing around her neck against her will, even if it wasn’t physically constricting her it felt like it was just because she couldn’t get it off! She ends up driving herself to tears trying to pull it off before giving up. This was probably some cruel thing the voice did to her, a collar she could never take off that was meant to always make her feel owned, or some similar awful reason to do this to her.

Eventually she runs out of tears, puts on a brave face, and goes back to the business of survival.

She checks herself in the mirror with the camo skin on, it seems the voice made the collar blend into her camo powers at least, but she still hated the collar.

She grabs the hatchet from the captains cabin since maybe there will be more angry wildlife and she wanted better than just a stick. The little hatchet looked like the size of a war weapon in her tiny hands. If she needed to be invisible she can just just throw the hatchet to the ground and move away.

And off goes the little near invisible dragon child, up the beach to see if there is a river to be found, or if she gets lucky just outright finds a town or something.

As she walks the beach gets wider and wider and the jungle further away, until there's a fairly large expanse of rocky sand and a relatively distant strip of green. One boulder in particular stands out, covered in crusty moss. From a distance it's not obvious, but from closer up it looks like it has curving, swirly patterns carved into it. They're sort of abstract... But that could be the ocean, that's probably a mountain like the one visible off to the right in the distance half-hidden behind fog, that floating figure with all sorts of lines and squiggles arrayed around it is maybe some sort of hero or king or god? Some of the broken rocks by the shore look a lot flatter than the pile of jagged stone back the other way. Almost as if they were built, and over a long time they became uneven, crumbling masses of dark stone.

Well. There's no fresh water here, though.