Standing on her feet, Faye stares out into the ocean, the wind brushing over the surface and drawing steady waves, cresting white in the distance and melding with the sky. Swimming won't take them far enough for Faye's taste, but she also isn't sure that she wants to bother with finding a boat, borrowing it from someone who she'll only owe favors to afterwards. So she shakes her head, eyes watchful as she glances back in Lily's direction.

"Neither," she says. "We'll take my ship. Redtail. There's enough fuel to last several dozen more trips, and it's not like we're going far."

She nods into the jungle behind them; Faye doesn't sunbathe all that far from her hut, and Redtail's parked just beside it. Once, she'd hidden it in the densest parts of the forests, but when one couldn't escape the island, theft seemed to be almost nonexistent.