Themefinland"The captain is dead. There was a mutiny. He tried to lead us into certain doom against the brine walkers he was. We took the ship, it seemed like the only way.
But we didn't get far. We were shorthanded and we were at the whims of a storm that caught us on the first night. In the horrible tumbling the ship was split apart and most were dragged out to sea, or back into the million isles.
Me and the bosun were scattered here in the shallows. I believe we are on the eastern side of the isles, close to the continent. There is a lot of scrap that was caught in the shoals, so it is our hope that we can build a raft and catch a favorable current. It'll be the brine walkers or the heat that will get us. Gods, so much water and nothing to drink."
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