Over 24 hours had passed for since the Lollipop had set sail into unknown, hostile waters. In the Candy Kingdom, unaware of ocean adventures transpiring, life went on as normal. Well, certainly as normal as it could when the souvenir princess herself had been attacked at night. A call to imprison the psychotically warped human child was immediately put in place but the royal guard. It was decided that this human from another world was a danger to their princess, the people and even to herself.
The day had come and went for the sea fairing adventurers without incident, unless you include Finn yakking over the rail. So in light of sunburn, harpies and vomit the vampire gladly welcomed the peaceful night. It also meant he wouldn’t need to cower in the shadow of the cabin any longer. With night blanketing the ocean and ship, the rest of the group had turned in for the night. So Marshall Lee had his turn at the helm, following an old compass and map northeast to the lost island. Navigating the candy ship, the vampire could only describe it as one thing: boring.
“Hey Fi,” Marshall Lee greeted as he entered the bleak and eerily quiet hospital room. The gingerbread walls were warm, the floor tiles were colored in pleasing pastels and the candy cane beds were soft and inviting. Flowers and get well presents decorated every inch of space, even from those who knew next to nothing of the resident. In spite of all the comfort and cheer abound, the hospital and the scene before the vampire were downright depressing.
In the grasslands surrounding lush forest three friends and two travelers recuperated and plotted. The sun was finally making its decent into the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant orange, violets and pinks. The moment would have been perfect if not for other more pressing matters on the group’s thoughts.