[@DocRock] [hr][h3]Chapter I[/h3]"Your intuition or your calling, whichever it might be, leads you back along the shore. Heeding this invisible, siren's call that tugged not just upon your mind but the strings of your heart, you pierce the darkening sky. Showered with the dust of the stars far above and the fading life of oceanic flames adrift beyond, your wandering, waterlogged soul drifts across the sand like a piper. The delirium of your endeavor harrying you, you near trip over a swathe of seaweed that laid tangled on the shore; thinking at first to curse it, you discover as though it might well have reached out to you, at least in concept. Ensnared within its green, slimy grasp along the bulbous ridges and leaf-like protrusions, do you find another prize that the ocean brought ashore. This time a little quarry as some rope, presumably rigging of the vessel."

"Gathering it in your hands, as you begin to reel it in from more of the waves lapping at land, you realize it is attached to some heft. But thanks to your build and being none unfamiliar to sand, you haul the rest of the catch ashore and find yourself in receipt of even greater a prize. Why, entangled within the cord and wrapped in more of the kelpy green, is the footing of wood. A sizable shape like that of railing, you have recovered either what could be firewood if left to dry or more material to build a primitive hovel."