[h1][center][color=royalblue]Bradley Drake, Jr.[/color][/center][/h1]

A strapping young lad in a blue coat strutted rather clumsily towards the field, damn these sea legs, too far to hear the others, but close enough for him to be in eyesight. He held a piece of parchment in one hand, a crudely drawn map, as well as a compass in his other hand. The expression he had on his face was one of perplexed emotion. It's as if he was expecting something, but it isn't here... He stopped, and began to think.

[color=royalblue]"I'm lost, ain't I?"[/color] The lad asked himself, scratching his head. [color=royalblue]"No, that can't be right..."[/color]

It couldn't be right. If there's anything he's more confident about than his skills at sailing, it's definitely his skills at navigating. He's sure he didn't make a mistake as bad as reading his map upside down. Hell, now that he looks at it, he can't even tell which way is North on this bloody map. While his father, the great Bradley 'Brad' Drake Sr., was accomplished in many things, drawing a map wasn't one of them. The lad had wished he had a map drawn by his mother, who actually knew how to draw very well, even in the most terrible of storms.

If only she were still here...

Bradley Drake Jr., the strapping young lad in the blue coat, the son of two accomplished channelers and sailors, the boy who was born at sea, was lost in a strange, new land...

Bradley crumpled the parchment in his hand as a strained expression washed over his face. His wobbly legs crumpled down, bringing him to his knees as he threw the crumpled map to the ground. He took a deep breath, before he raised his voice so loud, the others were able to hear clearly...

[h2][b][color=royalblue]"WHERE ON NEPTUNE'S DEEP BLUE ARSE AM I?!"[/color][/b][/h2]