Nexsht morning da furs awife at da dock. Dey climb aboard and settel in der cabins. Paloma, da ships cook, wit hur able assistants Gus and Maddie, set up a bweakfasht buffay on deck. Once effery ish aboard, Captain Vester cawlls fur da cwew to welease da lines howlding dem to da dock an waise ankor. When dey ish fwee, Vester steers da sailing ship into da Catnip Riffur and heads fur da opun sea.
Da furs sit, finishing der bweakfashts an lookin at da luffly view along da shore. Da sun gwissens on da water, fishies jumping. Sum kits get owt fishing poles an dwop lines in da water, mmmmmm, maybe dey can catch nuff fur a fish fwy supper. Offurs stwart to klear da tabuls an take da dishes to da galley fur washing. When awll ish cweaned up dey bweak into gwoups an wandur about da ship. Some head fur da libwary where der awr lots uf books, many telling bout awll da pwaces dey mite bisit. Some uf da yungur kits stwart a game uf horsie shoes on da deck, or pway games in da game woom. And sum lounge in deck chairs jusht enjoying da bootifwul day. Up in da wheelhouse, Captain Vester sits meowing wit Captain Larry as da two sip hot coffee and study da maps.
Tuffer, currently at da wheel, cawlls to dem. "Captains, I fink I see da landing pwace fur da Elven village up ahead. We need to get ready to stop."
Vester looks owt da window. "Yup, der it ish just ahead." He cawlls fur da crew to get weady to tie up. "Been a long time since we bisited the elves," he meows. "Aways dood to see owld fwends."
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Franci, Oreo, Caleb, Willow and Tita

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