The boat was fun, it was flying through the sky faster than Pip ever had before, but it was not comfortable. The harsh wind blew into Pips large eyes and he stepped down from the side of the boat.

Just before he could find somewhere to sit, a light flashed over Butters face, once and then again, a consistent pulse of light coming from the darkness. Pip could smell the familiar salt air that the sea brings, and he knew they must be heading towards the coast.

What felt like only moments later, the boat came to an abrupt stop, Butter jumped off of the side and motioned to Pip to follow her. Struggling to pry his small yellow legs over the side of the boat, Pip was surprised to see he was outside of a lighthouse, a lighthouse seemingly guarded by a friend Pip had been rescued by many adventures ago.