Thread:Travian Sackett/@comment-26184570-20160509025400/@comment-26184570-20160512150335

He and Bergil are tossed on to their raft, and are now being pushed through the sea.



Gawain wakes up, drenched. It appears that the sun has just come up. It couldn't have been later than 9 AM. To his great relief, he saw Bergil tossed ashore next to him, asleep and injured, but breathing. The storm seemed to be quickly aproaching, blocking out the sun quickly (both are coming from the East, of course). The water was warm, and crystal clear, but very active. All of this, however, was not what took his attention. That would be the expansive, powdered-sugar-sand beach that he was on the edge of. In the distance, he could make out a strange barrier. He couldn't quite make out what it was, but it seemed oddly promising.