"Oh, Christ. No one start talking about parallel worlds and magical ley lines and all that crap I hear about the Bermuda Triangle." Despite her skepticism, however, Vixen sniffed the air, perhaps wondering if any of that strange scent she sometimes picked up would be here.

Vixen had never been this close to one of the Bermuda Storms, not since gaining her 'magic' sniffer. And as she sniffed, she expected to smell rain, wind, seawater and ozone.

What she smelled was all that and the bitter tang of magic. But this wasn't like what she normally smelled. It was twisted somehow, tainted. Wrong.

"Hwugh." Vixen suddenly looked wobbly on her feet. "Okay... nn. Okay. I take all that back. I can smell it, all that... that weird scent, but it smells bad. Not like it did before. Something's in there all right..."

Tessaract gives Vixen a curious look, then inhales through her nose.

"I don't smell anything unusual. I could transport us into the storm, but without anything to stand on I would fall into the water on arriving. If one of you were to carry me while flying, or arrange for a boat, that would correct that problem."

"Boat. Boat boat boat." She cast around, looking out to sea... and smiled. She pointed. "Boat."

A thin green beam sprang forth from her finger. It hit the water, and a patch of the ocean shimmered, forming a small schooner, with seats enough for all.

"Boat!"

Not water. A boat. Holy crap.

Tessaract stared for a moment, then produced from her pocket something that looked a little like a conch seashell made of flat, dull black plastic or metal or something. It seemed...off, somehow. Its dimensions and proportions changed subtly as she moved in her hands, and some of the things she seemed to touch weren't actually in it, or on it...some were inside it, or around it.

She looked at Vixen again after studying the thing intently, then nodded and put the strange doohickey away before stepping onto the boat.

"Thank you. Are the rest of you coming?"

Dwarfstar does a slight double-take between Vixen and the boat, and ends up looking to Vixen, "Nice boat Vixen. Now does anyone know how to sail one of those, cause I know I don't."

"Irrelevant," Tessaract reports. "We won't be moving over the water. The boat is only necessary to give us a place to stand once we arrive."

"That's all very well," sayd Dwarfstar as he turns to Tess, "but we don't have a map or anything like a map to say where we need to in that mess to target a 'port from."

He turns again to include Thirty One, "Can you at least give us an estimate of distance and direction?"

Tessaract didn't seem too concerned. "The storm is in line of sight. I can take us there without difficulty. Then it's just a matter of having one of you fly up to get a longer distance view."