Rae takes flight and keeps pace with Marty.  "Shiver me timbers, that looked t' be painful."

When they get there, the bearded vulture Lorenzo bought has already landed near her and seems to be poking the wreck with a wing, Lorenzo trundling up behind you.
"Definitely seen better flights..."

At sight of the thumb's-up Marty spun about on one wheel and skated back to the volleyball pit they'd turned into a beach party.  Once there she checked preparations and tasted-tested various dishes before settling down to combine Leo's mayonnaise and Unit's sliced vegetables into a delicious apple slaw.
 

Frances would be thinking and said "If you had a way to generate heat under the wings, or force wind to blow on them then you might have a bit more lift and control." He said, he then heard Rae and then looked at him, one could almost feel like he had an eyebrow raised. "Uhm...forgive me for my ignorance on this Captain, but aren't sirens a kin to merfolk, just special enchantress? Or have I heard the stories wrong?" He asked, in genuine
curiosity.

"Oh, apologize, I mean no offense, it's just the stories that I've heard from other sailors. They told stories of women that lived in the Seas and lured sailors to their watery graves with their singing. But I see the stories are wrong, I'm more curious how such stories came about now though." He said.