Mulling over the words of the Queen of Saints, the Fae Princess made her way back to the missing isle of Albion. Where was her sister the Queen of Knights? Having just cleared another battle she headed inside to rest. A bath, some food, some strategizing. While the lass did not seem tired she did indeed seem agitated. They'd come to realize that they were trapped between five floating islands with another on top of them. Agravain had captured one and found out that for the glory of their god, they would aim to take down the Queen of Knights. Strangely enough, their god had a name Artoria only recognized because it was attributed to a bow within Gilgamesh's collection. Some kind of water-based deity had taken issue with her life and decided to steal her away? No, that wasn't exactly right. That name also popped up in that story about Ishtar's descent into the Underworld. A god named Enki had been the only one to save her from the wrath of the underworld goddess. In her bath, while she thought this over a small light appeared. Vivian could not get through but the smallest vial a memory floated up on the water's edge. A color red, unnatural to the world, but one that Artoria herself recognized as belonging to the King of Heroes. "Oh? I thought we did not like playing messenger? You have my thanks, big sister..." she mentioned as she snatched this thing up in the water. What would it say? Did he know of her plight? What would he do? All things were a matter of curiosity for the Queen of Knights. She was also strangely excited, when did she begin to anticipate talking to the King of Heroes? She watched the mess in a vapor of water... Her tardiness would not be accepted? Ridiculous! Taking matters into his own hands? Interesting. Instructions for her to vacate her bedchamber when the fireworks began and... only her finest ball gown? "Oh? I do not remember telling him I would allow him to be so audacious..." she said but still a small smirk came to her face. "But I suppose, I could allow the indulgence... since I am the one tardy. I do have a new dress." But how long would it be before she donned it? Only time would tell.
In the meantime, Ishtar was being praised as she always should be. She managed no less than absolute haughtiness at the words of Enki. Of course, she'd chosen well! Her hands sat were on her wide hips as she stood rather proud of herself. In fact, one could say she was pleased. Dressed in a a white linen dress and seeming to have easily returned to her golden fitted and flowered appeal. Enki would make sure he didn't fall in battle and he would need to be gifted with growth. He asked if she'd claimed an Authority of Enlil's and she had. "I have something to that effect. I am pretty certain I can take on the aspects of a nature goddess, for the sake of giving such a blessing. He's not too far from a place which could be used for such a blessing," Ishtar said. There was no reason she couldn't consolidate a power. Maybe get a bit of extra worship from the boy as he trained himself up. "I will make sure he receives it..." she said triumphantly. Of course, she was pleased with her own work but again she had no intention of hanging around Enki even more than she had to, she did like the boy and if she cemented herself in the world again she'd not need Enki. Oh? Maybe she could use this... raise the boy that slays Gilgamesh's boy-queen and then console him with her body afterwards forgiving him for turning her away and talking back everything the woman had gotten from him already. Yes! That was a good plan.
As plans worked and things happen, the woman known as Francis Drake readied her crew and after stocking up in Uruk, set sail. She started with the location of Cath Palug, and sailed upward. It would be an interesting journey from there. After reaching the appropriate altitude she waited until nightfall. The Eternal Compass in her hands she created a chart of the stars. If she was to hunt down something she could not see... she would have to depend on things with solid locations. The earth itself moved from time to time. But the stars in the sky, the moons and the sun. These were things to be trusted. Each day she plotted courses, and ran the gambit of speed. In the upper atmosphere the density of the endless sky sea made it hard to keep track of things. But, Francis had a keen eye and a desire to obtain. Not just the gold, not just the island but the fame. She would be the greatest navigator of all time. Using the Sun, the Stars and wind and skies. Mana was suppressing things, leaving tides and wisps? It would be her to feel them on the breeze. Late in the evening some 20 years later, she found herself in a sea of fog. Mana so dense she could not move through it. Her ship seemed to skitter along it and for what it was worth it seemed almost impassable. She waited for the most opportune time then. Not all the small stars dotting the night sky, invisible by way of all this cloudy mana. No. She waited for the rising sun, that showing of light even through the densest fog and she gave her final order of this part of her voyage. Marking this thing and its current trajectory she knew it was too real to not be what they were looking for. "WE SAIL FOR THE UNSINKING SUN! GIVE CHASE BOYS!! WE WILL GRASP IT WITH OUR OWN HANDS!!" And in the end, some 30 years after the start of the Voyage, she'd finally have a message to send to the King of Heroes, using none other than their favorite messenger, the Lady of the Lake, Vivian.