The morning dew rolled down the bow of the ship, the railing only slightly singed by Peanut's hefty flames.  He stood proud to the morning sun, the smoke from a long nights work behind him, and sneaked a stolen sip of the captains 'special drink.'  He was happy, achieving something the little creature never dreamed of knowing before, the ability to only slightly char something on accident.  He was strong, a hero, some might say, and nothing could stop him now.

	Something ominous closed in, springing peanut's eyes open, The captain's drink falling into the sea.  He looked down to the cup, then the horizon, an raging storm of white closing in, the down to the cup, unsure of what to do next.  Just then, the captain appeared on decking, bellowing a laugh that carried on the open sea.  "Mr. Muley.." he paused, Klank jumping past him.

	"This is Issac's fault," Klank yelled, taking the wheel.  "I don't know how, but it is.  Someone grab the anchor."

	"Issac?" Sasayaki shrieked, crashing out of the door and swaying uneasily.  She slinked to the railing and looked out.  "Issac!"

	"Knew it," Klank dragged, spinning the ship around.

	"We have to get out of here," Sierra yelled from the ocean, skating up and onto the ship.  "I don't think we can stop that thing," she smile, Bighead giving her a proud pat on the back.

	The fog devoured the forest, only two figures remaining on the island.  Phin edged out  chase, his overworked body somehow impressively quick on land.  Issac was ahead, always energetic enough for a quick get away, and with a big smirk on his face.  The two dodged each small burst of fog plunging forward, not unlike reaching arms.  The longed to have, occasionally ignoring Phin entirely, just to reach for Issac, only to miss him when he vanished and reappeared further forward than before.  This game repeated until the shoreline neared, Issac leaping forward and raising his arm, Sasayaki leaping down to him.  "Sasa, roar," he commanded, the sound piercing past Phin and forcing the fog in place.  The sound pulsed as the Phin found his way to the ship, and everyone took their places.  "Thanks for everything," Issac yelled as Sasayaki eased, Issac vanishing onto the ship as it filled in the space, stopping at the water.

	"Let's go," Klank yelled, taking to the ship fulling around.

	"Wait," Issac yelled, jumping to the lookout and peering over the mist.  "What's your name?" Issac yelled, the mist stiring

	The mist took shape, towering up to form a white cloaked child.  "We are the lost," the creature echoed.  "We have no name."

	Issac looked to Bighead, who almost seemed nostalgic.  He had meet this thing before, and lived to tell the tale.  "We'll be back," Issac promised.  "We'll be back when we are strong enough to set you free, to make you a home."

	"Promise?  Do they?  Are they sure?  Can we trust them?" the mist stated.

	"Promise," Bighead said, growing to meet the mist's size, the ship dropping deeper into the sea at his weight.  Bighead reached out his arm, giving the creature as solid shake.  "I'm glad you got to meet my friends," Bighead said with a smirk.  "They are good people."

	The mist release his hand and peered down at the crew.  "Okayyyy," they said, waving at the rest of the crew.  "I hope we all can play next time."

	"Of course," Issac yelled.  "And they are a lot more enjoyable than me," he said with a wink.


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	Bighead sat down next to Issac on the back deck, drinking his Mule from an unideal mug, the loss weighing more heavily on him than he imagined.  "So," he started, looking out to the sea, "The six powers are your answer."

	Issac looked to him, confused.  "I don't know.  I just moved my legs so quickly they went into overdrive."

	Bighead laughed, guessing that Issac had stumbled on his new path by accident.  He took out a book from his side, placing it on the neck next to him.  "There is a whole world of weird fighting styles out there.  If you want to meet that, you might want to read up on the way you've chosen.  I think it suit's your..  elusive fighting style nicely."

	Issac took the book, opening it to a random page, drenched in words and a few physical representations towards the corners.  "Wait, I can be as flexible as paper!?"

	He laughed again, giving him a pat on the back before getting up.  "And don't be too hard on Sasayaki.  She tried her best, but I don't think she's ready, not yet anyways."

	He grasped his book and peered to where Sasayaki was, undoubtedly listening to them, yet hurt in a way he didn't know how to fix.