Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26767096-20170106174745/@comment-26767096-20170114002547

About another week and a half later, land is in sight. Edwyn stands upon the prow of the ship, cheering and pumping his fist in the air.

"Whoo! We made it! And with zero deaths! Thank the Lord for apples!" He laughs.

On the shore you see a few makeshifts houses and camps with a makeshift dock. There are men and women going about their daily business - sellswords sparring, fishermen fishing, farmers harvesting their crops. These people must be from an earlier expedition!