Most of the sailors have gone ashore at their Captain's orders, which makes this easier. Once enough Hippocampi have gathered, Kreyu soars skyward, shrieks a word of command.

The ship SURGES up into the air, born aloft on a column of water to land near the rock outcrop. The wood groans, the ship leans, and it thunks against the stone, mostly upright.

Kreyu lands again on solid ground, but she conjures a tiny ball of fire in front of her beak. "I believe it is time we renegotiate terms, Captain."