Floating village.

"Now", says Pickle, "we are still in China, at least, the Hong Kong part of it, and it looks as though we have stumbled on their secret Navy". "Are you sure?" asks Pearl, "it looks more like a floating city to me, with families and housekeeping, or boatkeeping if you prefer". "Be that as it may" says Pickle, in their strange tongue, "keep your eyes and skin peeled for dragons, I hear the Chinese are very fond of dragons and I hear dragons are very fond of onions, especially roasted, which they manage very well with their built-in incineraters".
LITTLE FLY upon the dragon/ It's good that you are on the wagon/ Don't go near the dragon's eye/ He'll think you are a dragonfly.