Nikita Voshilov dragged the point of her rapier, the Needle, down the folds of the last map. The floating island it portrayed in such detail was missing. The Azure Sky had scoured every dimension of this area and, still, no island had appeared in this corner of space. With one last burst of frustration the captain stabbed the Needle through the map and into the mahogany table beneath.

Outside the racket caused the crew to stop, and Jethro began to warily approach the cabin door before it burst open, its frame now containing the beautiful, yet steaming and hatless captain, her dark curls sticking out at strange angles.

“Who found this map?” she said, dangling the stabbed map on the edge of her sword. Before letting anyone confess she started to pace down the ship. "There is no “Isle of Penazat floating in these skies is there?”

The map drifted off the edge of her sword and Fez picked it up.
“These co-ordinates,” he asked. “Don’t they show the island to be at sea level?”