So there the harpies were,kicking up birds feet tracks on the dusty deck of the Snagr,
whilst hundreds of feet away and somewhat slightly below them milled
young werewolf braves,whooting and howling their war cries,death chants and
taunts to the harpy enemy they could see but couldn't get at.
Jason still was drawing blanks on her past,and Elsie and the harpy leaders
quickly gave up on the former Sabateur turned Caregiver recollecting anything soon.
Being a semi-submersible passenger liner,the Snagr had no hatchways,portholes or anything
of the sort at water level,which on the Leviathon class Sea Serpents,was a state where the deck was
always being swept over by the waves.
So after the harpy flocks had all regained their strength,the harpies flew
one by one into the gaping jaws of the dragonshead prow,a space that was
perhaps five feet from the upper metal fang to the lower metal fang,and
eight feet across from the port metal fangs to the starboard
metal fangs
There was of course a good rope rung ladder securely fastened from inside
the Lookout Deck (behind those fangs ) down to the docking rings five
stories below on the hull,but the winged folk weren't about to take their chances
on that apparatus.
Perhaps because with the strong winds blowing,the rope ladder now swayed
out in open space beyond the bow of the wreck.A tumble from out there
meant not a fall of some 50 feet to the hull below,but a fall of
six hundred or so feet to the base of the stone pillar the Snagr rested on.
So,one by one,the harpies lined up for the approach,dived,drew in their wings and
shot through the small opening in the snarling dragons prow and onto the Lookout
Deck within.
All except Miss Elsie,who ever the fearless one,tackled the rope ladder,a babby harpy strapped to her back,and got in the landlubbers way.
And so,after a while,Miss Elsie and the harpy flocks all had assembled somewhere
inside the Snagr,and were greeted by the Tribe of the Dragon People,who surprisingly,
looked more like people then dragons...