A sturdy endless wall of billowing sand limits vision and hinders movement throughout the dry desert that surrounded an old abandoned junkyard. Randomly small shadows take sudden shape as the rust reds and dull greys of forgotten twisted metal emerge, piercing the veil of fierce sand as you near only to fade back into oblivion as you pass.
Junk statues, violent contorted shapes and sharp trip hazards lay littered all around, hidden amongst the sand half protruding from the ground. These useless dull pieces of wrecked ships, vehicles, appliances, toys and unknown materials were the only thing to break the monotony of continual nothingness as you venture deeper. The only sign of hope was the increased frequency of such things.
The sun stared down hard and heavily across the desert landscape. The horse and carriage that dropped you off now long gone and forgotten, never having set foot into the wild sand storm gully that you now trudge. The nearest town many miles away, the only viable path is forward. Deeper into the wild hot sands to find the heart of a buried old shipyard and hopefully your ticket to freedom.
If such a thing even existed, if you were not simply walking around aimlessly to your doom. This could be a trap, you could simply be lost. Maybe, just maybe you are going to die out here in this boiling hot dry sandy hell. The carriage man said you were not the first or only to come out here today. But such a trip was otherwise extremely rare.
It leaves you to ponder the events that drove you here today. Why the lure of a mysterious ship, a silent investor and an unknown crew was strong enough to drag you through this strange cloak and dagger escapade. There were hundreds of ships out there who sought new crew members, but they all came with rules, restrictions, expectations, histories and alliances. This, if it was true, would be something different...
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icmasticc,
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