The boat was slowly drawing close to the island, after what seemed like an eternity. Cordelia stretched out her arms and yawned until her jaw ached, the fact that they were almost there was also a curse as well as a blessing, as she did not like being rudely awoken, even if she was only sleeping by resting her head on the edge of the boat. As she got up to walk around the boat, she realised that the choppy water was beginning to make her feel ill. The only cure for anything that Cordelia knew was playing a practical joke on someone. It was easy at first, she would just pull random cultists' trousers down and run to the other side of the boat in glee, yet it became more troublesome when most had been a victim of her jokes as practically no one was left. The sea sickness returned and her almost lifeless body was left to be slumped over the edge of the boat, trying not to lose any of her body fluids.
"Orders, orders, orders. All I ever get! Ah well, the method is the fun part."

Cordelia closed her eyes and imagined herself in a never ending forest, full of different bugs and insects that she could control.