As the journey drags on and on, the crew begin to become worried. The loss of almost half the crew appears to have affected the ship dramatically, and no longer are you cutting across the waves like you own the ocean, but jerking and shifting due to a combination of the lost navigator and a cabin boy helping to operate the sails. The rations on board, which supposedly contained a months extra, will only remain for a few days. All morning, evening and night there are at least 5 crew members in the bilge, pumping out the water seeping through the crack, simply to keep the ship afloat. One or two crew members begin to eye the horses hungrily. The only blessing is that, with a reduced crew, food might just stretch that much longer. 

Finally, when even the Captain looked mildly perturbed, land is sighted. Should you rush to the prow, you're first view of Lustria would be of a veritable paradise. Long beaches of pearly white sand stretch as far as you can see, backed by a verdant green jungle. Had you not known the dangers it contained, you might have called it beautiful. "Right." Says the captain, "Off." Unusually, he is very blunt about this. "It's another week to Skeggi. Can't have you wasting my food. Take the row boat, and get off my ship before I throw you off." He gives you some time to collect what few things you have, before presenting you with two rowing boats. "I'll leave the horses at skeggi. Best be quick if you want to see 'em again, as they're like to sell 'em or eat 'em afore long. Now piss off."

When you finally arrive on the continent, it is with nothing but what you're body, you're mind, and the few things you've brought with you. "Right." Says Darren, unfurling a map, "This way." 

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