[Icelander]

Suddenly the PCs find themselves back on the Rocinante, in the midst of a hard-fought boarding action. Ghouls, nightgaunts and impossibly graceful Fair Folk knights in icy harness are fighting the sky pirates, with ice spiders gorging on blood that distends their clear abdomens. Somehow, the Rocinante is sailing on the surface of a subglacial lake, with ice above it and a web of frost strands extending from the ice cavern walls and ceiling into the water, where an unfathomable mass lurks and a shape courses along under the ship.

And there was a firefight. The Fair Folk knights and their ice spider mounts were inhumanly skilled and protected by powerful fey dweomers, but against steel rounds, pure iron slugs and the bloodsteel saber, their armour was no more help than normal ice and they were cut down like so much rabble. Ghouls are hard to kill, but once the PCs realized that anyone falling into the supercooled, pressurized liquid of the subglacial lake was not coming back unless protected by a major ritual (as the one the PC prepared with before going down there), they started just throwing them overboard.

As they fought, the PCs also performed feats of occult significance. 'Nonc' Morel and Lucien Lacoste used the black candle to "reverse the polarity" of the tendril-thread tying the yeti to the Weaver, draining back any energy that the Weaver had siphoned through the link and then using that energy to reel in the Weaver like a giant fish caught on a line. Surprised by this temerity, the Weaver broached the surface of the water momentarily, which was enough for Teddy Smith to hit It with a crystal harpoon fired from a swivel gun (and attached to an anchor chain).

Alice Talbot caught another tendril-thread, after dodging an attempt to grab her with it, and started metaphysically pulling on it using her bloodsteel saber and the obsidian athame she brought, so black it's like a fragment of the void. Starting a ritual chant in Latin, her voice changed and deepended until it sounded like a chorus of snarls and growls, speaking a language no living man had ever heard. She seemed taller, coldly and predatorily beautiful, surrounded by shadows that formed a definite suggestion of wings.

As the combined efforts of PCs pulling metaphysically and pirates pulling on the anchor chain prevented the Weaver from moving freely, Teddy Smith put another fiery crystal harpoon in it from the other swivel-gun and then manned the flak gun in the stern, which he'd improvised to fire the largest crystal harpoon created by the Dream-Quest ritual. As the Weaver, some uncanny combination of spider, octopus, dragon and whale, rose out of the water at the stern, Smith put his harpoon into Its gullet.

The Weaver hit the stern with enough force to lift the Rocinante's bow like it was a rowboat.* As the ship made like the Titannic, Alice Talbot started slashing at mandibles on the Weaver, 'Nonc' Morel grabbed the last harpoon they had, the bronze one given to them by the Weaver, and Lucien Lacoste grabbed an RPK with a bronze bayonet. Lacoste and Morel fell toward the Weaver's inhuman face**, with Lacoste autofiring as he fell.*** Morel stuck the harpoon into what he believed to be the Weaver's forehead and Lacoste jammed his bayonet through something like a lower lip and deep into the wood of the Rocinante's stern.

As the Weaver lashed out physically, psychically and mystically, Alice Talbot slid down its back, into the water, and jammed a satchel charge into one of the spinnerets at the rear of the Weaver's abdomen. Teddy Smith dived into the water to help 'Nonc' Morel wrap the mysterious grey thread around the Weaver. And Lucien Lacoste cut the maw of the Weaver open with his crystal axe (into which a shoggoth-spirit was bound) and threw a satchel charge into it.

Draeing liberally on magical protections and assistence, the PCs somehow survived in a storm of ice shards, freezing water, psychic assaults and energy drains. Neither satchel charge exploded when it was supposed to, which was actually good, as it allowed PCs to get further away or into cover. Lacoste dragged a huge, black pirate gunner's mate up with one hand as he used his axe to climb the Rocinante's deck.

Then all sound and light and warmth vanished and the impossible air pocket that the Rocinante was sailing in seemed to realize that it shouldn't exist, as the water rushed up and the ice crashed down. Somehow, the dream maintained a small sphere of calm around the ship, long enough for the PCs to rescue pirates in the water using magical ropes and get themselves up on the Rocinante, as their faithful vessel headed for an enormous ice slide in the water, watched over by an impassive Emperor Penguin.

As the PCs all touched the Silver Key of their Dream-Quest ritual and the sands of the time they had ran dry, the Rocinante slid down the slide like a contact down a drain. The Lord of the Roads, the Opener of the Way, smokes his pipe and seems well content. Tekeli-li. Tekeli-li.

*Cue "We're gonna need a bigger boat".
**Teddy Smith's player declared that he was imagining the Weaver with the face of Leonard Nimoy and the voice of George Takei. Specifically, every mandible was the nose of Nimoy and the psychic screams of the Weaver were in the voice of Takei.
***Only Destiny Points prevented him from hitting all three of his fellow PCs, all in the line of fire.