Holy Fucking Fly Fucking Donkey Shits With Wings!

Burning the island was a bust and a waste of time, but it was still fun to breathe fire. Turns out at about fifty miles even a dragon's sight meant jack shit. Luckily, Eva came up with a good plan, but I didn't want to worry Nina.

'It will be fine. I have the map in here because you have seen it. Once I contact my sister, I will be able to tell where we are roughly, then we can fly back to the mainland or keep going.' -Eva.

'Okay, do it then, we can't keep flying blind.'

'She is in front of us straight ahead, you need to fly to your right.' -Eva.

'What? You want me to keep flying forward? Haven't we gone too far?'