Early the next morning, even before the friendly sun had woken from its slumber, Captain Vixen had her crew up and braced for the adventure she had planned for them. She adequately hung herself from the crow' nest and began her speech to the crew.
"Ladies, you must be wondering what in the world is wrong with me for waking you up at this hour and telling you to set sail," Captain Vixen said to her crew. Whispers of agreement blew threw the crowd of pirates watching their captain from the deck. "I had a breakthrough the other night," she began.
"We've all heard of the fantasy city, The Abyss of Fortune, correct?" Expressions interlaced with perplexity and passion claimed the faces of many of the pirates. "And we all know that nobody's been there, correct?" she questioned once again.
More nods. "Well, nobody has ever been there, yes, but historians have assumed that The Abyss of Fortune lies somewhere in the Eighth Sea." Vixen optimistically beamed at her crew. No one seemed to understand what she was trying to indicate. Her smile disappeared and was replaced by a displeased glare. "We're sailing on the Eighth Sea, you dimwits!" she ejaculated.
A flurry of "oh's" exited the mouths of the passengers but all of them almost immediately frowned. "Captain, you can't possibly be thinking of trying to find it?" Eirene 'Dainty Hands' Smith said anxiously. Captain Vixen shook her head. "No, I'm not going to try and find it," she began. "I'm going to find it for sure," she amended.
The passengers of Twilight Sea gawked at each other in disbelief. You could be sure that they asked Vixen many questions but she answered none. "As my crew, I expect you to obey and follow me," was all she said. Reluctantly, the pirates dutifully did what their captain wished for them to do. After merely one day of preparation, Captain Vixen ordered her crew to "set sail for The Abyss of Fortune."
Twilight Seal was currently located in the midst of the Eighth Sea, an ocean filled with ruthless pirates and barbaric, criminal-like rogues. However, with the benefit of every single passenger's unique attributes, the passengers rapidly made it out of every single dangerous situation they came across.
"The stars have aligned for us. They only give us this chance once every century. We have seventy days, my friends. Seventy days and it's all over," Vixen told her crew in the most peculiar tone.
For sixty-seven days, the pirates sailed around the sea, hoping and praying that they'd either somehow find the fantasy world, or that their captain would come to her senses.
There were signs of food shortage and many pirates soon fell ill. On top of all this, Captain Vixen refused to answer any questions. She seemed drastically peculiar and spent most of her time in her cabin. Nobody was allowed to enter the cabin. Some pirates, take Anne 'Jagged Face,' Abigail 'Fang,' and a pirate named Eleanor 'Wrathful' began to assume that Captain Vixen had lost her sanity.
Hints of a mutiny began to arise. The faithful first mate, 'Rum' Rosemarie always coaxed her fellow crewmates, trying to convince them that Vixen knew what she was doing. At times, she wasn't sure whether what she was saying to her comrades was true.