As the crew got the ship moving, Amia prepared herself at the helm. In moments, the ship had lurched to life. A strong with pushed the sails, moving the ship steadily forwards towards their destination. The [i]Valencia[/i] crept into the narrow channel without issue. 

	“Kerris, are we on track?” Amia called. The weathermage called back her affirmative from the ship’s bow. 
The ship sailed through the thin channel at an astounding pace, the branches on the trees hanging out close enough that the crew members would be able to reach out and touch one if they tried; however, that would hurt, as they were rushing forwards at a fast pace, accelerated by winds and magic. 
	
	At the mouth of the channel an island sat, one which the crew was on track to hit – or at least, it appeared that way. Amia, in a practiced fashion, turned the wheel two notches to the right and Kerris focused herself on the waves beneath them. The crew held tight to keep the ship’s sails in place, and the ship made a near-ninety degree turn to the right, sailing smoothly past the island and into the open ocean. 
	
	“All right everyone, we did it,” Amia called out. “Now, let’s get moving.” 
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	The journey to Arrylia took about a week and a half. The natural current was on their side when travelling this path, so it was smooth sailing right through to the end. The captain spent most of her time up on the helm, even when she wasn’t really steering. She enjoyed being up there in the fresh air, and it also was a good vantage point to survey her crew from. 
	
	“There it is! Only a couple hours now.” 
	
	Anyone above decks would have been able to hear the shout from the lookout on duty. Kerris squatted up in the bird’s nest, pointing out straight ahead of the ship at the appearance of a distand land. It was a large continent and they were sailing right at the middle, so as they approached the land, the ocean on either side was absorbed by the green forests. 
	
	As estimated, the crew sailed the ship into the small port town of Afton. The ship’s pirate colours hidden away and replaced with Lybertayn merchant flags, it came as no surprise. The dock workers aided the crew in securing the ship and asked few questions, unlike if they had tried to dock at a larger town. Here, they were used to ships simply stopping for a few nights ashore, and Amia wanted to be sure they didn’t look too suspicious. They would hang for piracy, regardless of if they had actually captured any ships.
	
	Before the boarding plank went out, Amia called a few crew members around her to give them instructions about their mission. As the smaller group gathered around her, she started to outline the plan.
	
	“I have a contact here who is going to be meeting us here when we disembark: her name is Kossara. After that, we’ll need to get to Harravel Mountain, north-west of this town. She’s familiar with Arrylia, as I’m sure a few of you are, so that should help.” She sighed. “After we get to the mountain, I am not sure what we’ll face. What we’re looking for is supposed to be somewhere inside, but since no one has ever returned from entering, I have no idea what that will be. But, I am sure that those of us here are up for the challenge. So… let’s get travelling out of town. It should be an afternoon’s trek.” 
	
	After she finished giving her orders, she directed that people be allowed to disembark the vessel. A skeleton crew would remain at port, stay at inns, do business, and make sure the [i]Valencia[/i] stayed safe, while the strongest group headed out in search of the crown. 
	
	Amia squinted at the hustle and bustle of people on the docks, trying to spot Avoir’s contact, Kossara. She wasn’t sure what the woman would look like, but assumed she would be able to find their group based on the name of the ship. She must be one of those people. The Captain stepped up onto the thin plank and led the way off of her ship, some of the crew heading off behind her at different speeds.