With the wind getting stronger, Mythica could feel the presence of an approaching conflict drawing ever closer. Steering her ship silently as the sun began to silently set on the horizon, a large naval for blocking half of it from view... They had been sailing near the island, and through her spyglass the captain could easily make out the faint outlines of towers dotting the jungle landscape behind the naval fort. She nodded to her first mate, who knew exactly what to do without saying another word. He quickly walked down the stairs, barking orders at the crew as they got prepared for battle. No doubt the fort hadn't seen the two ships, especially Flint's. After all, it hadn't gotten its name for nothing.
Now it was time for the smokescreen. The magical towers on the island would be able to see the two ships, but the fort itself would have trouble through the thick fog. Something Mythica had planned perfectly... Her crew was simply going to dock near the fort, but out of the tower's vision. Hopefully Flint would distract the fort's attention through the fog, while Soulscar and her crew snucked up to the fort's gates, and busted it down...
Wasting no time, Mythica let go of the wheel as the alarm bells of the fort could be heard ringing furiously in the distance. She silently raised an arm to the sky, and closed her eyes... Taking several deep breaths as the air around her began to shift, blowing her long white hair behind her, as a large ball of mist manifested around her palm. Suddenly, she opened her violet eyes and uncurled her hand. Within an instant, the entire surrounding water was engulfed in a gigantic smoke cloud! The cloud moving rapidly across the ocean straight towards the fort, obscuring it completely from view...