One night out at sea, there is a shooting star that streaks overhead. It breaks up as it travels across the sky. Impacting far off shore in the distance causing a wave of water to strike out in the distance. The wave had subsided as far out to sea as the pirate Risky was, but it rocked her boat enough to dump her out of her hammock.
Risky tumbled from her hammock but lands on her hands, catching herself, and righting herself to a stand easily enough. She blinks a little bit making her way up deck moving towards the starboard side of the ship and pulls out her sextant to gauge the stars for a few moments to be sure that the ship hasn't drifted off course too much, before she whips out a spyglass to search the horizon. "What in blazes was that? Watch Duty! Report!" She bellowed to her men.
The Tinkerbat is looking at something in distance.... It beckons for her to come look. Something in the shape of a floating Island that is very small is moving very slowly twoards the ship's position.