She landed on the dock.
Not gently. The wood took the impact, and a long crack ran along the boards beneath her feet.
The light around her was just as bright, but to the captain and his crew, it wasn't so blinding anymore; not so painful in their eyes.
But the vampires, as one passenger had called them, couldn't bear to look at it.
She looked to the captain first.
"You're alive," she said.
"'Suppose so," he said.
Then she looked to the three vampires.
The monstrous one had his wings still half open. He couldn't decide if he wanted to fly away or to fight, so he did nothing at all.
Sonder's eyes stressed that he wasn't a concern. She had already figured out how to deal with him, and those thoughts only needed to be put into actions now.
"You were going to get on this ship," Sonder said. "You can't fly the distance; you don't have enough strength to cross the open waters. So you were going to get on a ship full of people. I almost find it funny. You would stand there, think about your arrangements, and then walk straight here and do exactly that. You haven't even left your castle for an hour. You have no attachment to it, this land, or to your people."
"It isn't personal," the man-man-eater said.
"I know. That's the funny part. The absolute disregard of anyone else. You haven't spared a single thought to the people on the ship, have you? The only thought about them you'd ever have is if they would be enough for you. To eat. Your provisions, your rations."
She turned from them then, not because she was done with them, but because she had something else to say first, and she looked at the captain directly.
"In that direction," she said, and she indicated with the staff, a gesture clear enough that no one on the dock could mistake which way she meant. "There is a structure. Gray block, you won't miss it. There are people inside."
She paused with the word.
"People," she said again, as though she was deciding whether it was the right word and concluding it was close enough. "They're in poor condition. You have two hours."
The captain looked at her.
"Two 'ours?"
"To get them out and onto a ship. Whatever ship you find, whatever is anchored here, take it. Take whatever supplies you can scrape together and get off this island."
She looked at him steadily, and he nodded in return.
The nod of a man assembling a task in his head and finding it large but not impossible.
"Two hours," he said again, to himself this time.
Then she looked back at the three man-eaters.
The almost-funny part was over.