We've reached land at last. The men were starting to lose their heads, and now that we've found our blessed land, they appear to be losing it even more. Kissing the sand, smelling the trees, singing joyous songs of a land filled with hope. Little do they know our true purpose here... Our quest which is still very much in progress.
Broken is our rudder, the coral took a bite out of the ship as we came in to land. The crow's eye grew stale over seeing nothing but water for months on end. Tis but a minor hitch, we are stranded for now, but repairing it should come in time. The sun is high and the clouds seem to wave a greeting to our arrival. I