Along the beach of New Wirral, the same where you woke up at. Housed a small dingy boat. Strange... That wasn't there before. Was it?

You decided to ride it. It's not too long of a ride... Before you make it to a somewhat large pier. It's raining quite a bit. So you walk up the steps to look around. Once at the entrance. A big gate welcomes you with "BRIGHTSIDE PIER" On it.

There's both a fireplace to rest at, and further to your side. Magikrab and the Mer-Line wait... That should be a good sign you aren't trapped here.

Walking past the carousels that move on their own. Up to what looks like a close stage, a voice from nowhere greets.

“Vagrents and vagabonds of the audience! Are you sitting comfortably?”

Considering that there are... A very clear lack of chairs. You and your partner ask if chairs are supposed to be here.

“...Are you... standing comfortably?”

It seems like your answer wasn't not needed this time around. As the voice begins it's speech once again.

“GOOD! Then let us begin the show!”

The clock adorned the top of the stage, showing the signs of night and day rotate equally, as the voice continues on.

“I welcome you all, the time draws near. Come one, come all, to Brightside Pier!”

The curtains draw out to the sides, you are met with quite the sight, a surprisingly well dressed clown for a rainy place such as this pier

“I am Gwen, humble host and rignmistress of Brightside Pier!”