Siegmier gripped the ship's wheel with pride. The waves were calm today and sailing was easy. They were at half sail and making great progress into the unknown. Waves kept unravelling and revealing themselves before the ship. Siegmier had been slightly strict on his crew, they had to wake up at five in the morning and work in shifts so that they could make progress at night. Siegmier's helmsman, Patrick, would take over during the night-shift unless the waves were too dangerous for him to sail in. 

Siegmier let go of the wheel with one of his hands and felt his swords at his side. He then checked his pouch of gold and the gold in his pockets before returning his hands to the wheel. A nervous habit he had hoped to be rid of in the coming months. He chewed the small toothpick in his mouth before spitting it out to the side of himself. He wondered if there actually was anything to find out on the sea or if this would just be a wasted effort for no gold. After all, he could make things up if none of the crew were with him, but if he didn't find any piece of land, then they could call his bluff and he could be arrested. He at least hoped he could keep the boat if they never found anything. 

A few hours later and the same monotonous waves passed by the ship. At first the waves were kind of beautiful in a sort of way. Watching them rise and then fall into a white foam was kind of relaxing. But now it was almost like a lullaby. Siegmier felt himself drifting off to sleep when finally something broke the monotony. It was the shoutings of the crew member up on the crows nest. He was shouting about how land could be seen off of the bow of the ship. This woke Siegmier up greatly. A grin grew across his face as he called to his crew
"Full Sail!" His crew confirmed this order with a load roar of combined cheerng. A few minutes later and they had arrived.

It took a small amount of time to get everyone off the ship and into accomodation, but things were relatively quick. Some of the men stayed in Inns near the harbour while others stayed on the ship. They'd switch monthly to avoid arguments. The arrangements were different for Siegmier though, he was set for travel. He used some of his coin to buy strong parchment and the rest to buy food and various pieces of equipment. The people here spoke a strange language, he was picking it up, but a lesser man probably wouldn't. He could hear traces of Elvish and make out some words from which he made out sentences. He noted this down as it happened. Soon enough he was in the place he loved the most, the tavern. He ordered the customary brew of this town before sitting down to his thoughts. He looked around the tavern, most of the people looked normal, farmers, warriors, whalers, green ugly man, waitress. Wait hold on, green ugly man? What in Xotic was a green ugly man? He looked at the green person strangely. He hadn't actually realized that he was staring at him with a strange expression.