The White Pearl floated proudly among dozens of other vessels docked around the massive Red Dragon Boat, the sea beneath them glowing faintly from the intricate support arrays keeping everything stable. The air was calm, yet filled with chatter — merchants, adventures and Pirates alike marveled at the sight of the grand floating palace.
Then suddenly, shadows began to form on the sea's surface.
The sunlight dimmed as something enormous appeared above the clouds.
Gasps echoed through the fleets as a giant floating island slowly descended from the sky. It moved gracefully, its edges wrapped in mist, waterfalls cascading from its cliffs like silver ribbons.
"W-what is that!?" someone shouted.
From the White Pearl's deck, Mathilda, Darla, and Astrid stared upward, shielding their eyes.
"Is that... a flying island?" Darla muttered, she looked at the Island curiously.
