[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

Kelsey's grin was broad and warm, a humoring smile. "I am sure you will find your sea legs in no time, heels or no. And yes, your trunks are in the large cabin below the helm." She looked puzzled for a moment, "I don't believe that your.... oracle sent along anything."

"I did not!" Came the joyous call of the Oracle, who was bounding up the gangplank in the loudest, most garish parody of a naval uniform possible. The sailors all stopped and stared at the gleaming white and gold fabric that creaked with starch. The collar groaned as it rubbed against the porcelain chin. The fae man held a small case by his side, a trunk that looked incredibly dull and lifeless against the shining outfit. "This small trunk is all I need!" He seemed to be incredibly proud of himself, with his small case. "I need very little, I find. The Warren provides," he said beaming around the room.

"I... see..." Kelsey said, stifling her disbelief and derision, "well, the hour is upon us! Shall we set sail, my queen?"