"Is this where you docked last time?" Tilly asked as she looked at the lofty cliff.
The Charming Beauty had been sailing west along the coast ever since they saw the coastline. Ashes did not shout for the sail to be stopped until they saw the beachhead.
"Yes. Look." She pointed at the peak of the mountain.
Following the direction that Ashes was pointing at, Tilly noticed two orange flags flying in the wind.
"It was just a beach the last time we came, but the two flags show we're heading in the right direction."
"I remember it too," old Jack said with a pipe in his mouth, "but last time they relied on a giant balloon to carry them over the cliff. How will you go over it this time?"
"A giant balloon?" Tilly questioned curiously.
"Yes. A balloon that flies as long as it's filled with hot gas." Ashes nodded. "I've heard that it's Prince Roland's invention. The hot gas in the balloon rises, lifting the balloon and people on it."
