Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170925211950/@comment-26021384-20171006224405

The ship was setting sail and SHien mostly kept to himself, working hard up near the helm on a desk by that spoked wheel so that he could work as the navigator. Navigator Shien and the helmsman working together so that they could traverse these waters without any problems. And after some time while everyone was doing their thing, they were coming up to the island, where they would stop before hitting land, outside of the zone of that sandy beach. They were given seventy-two hours for a little survival game, a test to see who could make it in this rough world. and they weren't even setting foot on land at first.

The kids were deposited into the water, and while everyone was busy getting off of the boat, some folk were held back by Smiling Mountain before the boat left them to their own devices. It seemed that at least he and Sup Pung were tasked with supervising these kids further, and had the task of watching them from afar. It was only a matter of sneaking past the inperceptive kids and getting to where they were suggested to go to.

Shien looked over at Sup Pung and gave her a nod, before heading off the boat, "We should probably go there by means of hiding. I've got an idea." Shien used something he learned from someone way back when he was still a genin, not older than fourteen no less. "Tiatsu taught me this one."

Shien put his hands together for the transformation technique, turning himself into a seagull out of sight of those swimmers that were heading for shore, much like how many of those birds followed the ships out at sea, circling around for a quick snack, the now bird-Shien hopped around on the boat's deck, finding his way up to one of the railings, testing out his wings. At least as a wind user it was an easier feat.

From there it was simply a matter of leaping off the boat, spreading his wings to take flight and getting an updraft high up into the air and out of suspiscion's way. He would be easy for another bird to spot, preferably Sup Pung, so that they could fly up high around the island and find that area they were instructed about by big ol' S-M himself.

When they did find it, it was a simple dive bomb down into the foliage, turning back to normal and finding those secret stacked rocked to move and get into that cove, where they could set up and hide away while supervising the kids from afar.