Day 2, Year Unknown
Yesterday I was able to take a
reasonably thorough stock of all the necessary repairs I would have to make to
The Brubu’s Servant. By no means is it a
short task, as much of the ship lay in near ruin. Top of the list was a clear demand for some
properly shaped timbers to replace the planks that either were pounded by the
cannon balls rolling around on deck, or were splintered on the uncontrolled
landing.
With that in mind, I headed out
in the pre-twilight hours of the morning to take stock of the trees on the
island. While trekking through the deep deciduous
forest, which seems to be slightly out of place somehow, I came across a most
pleasant, and yet disturbing site. Off
in the distance, in the predawn light I could just make out what appeared to be
an illuminated clearing with a sole individual of some height standing
perfectly still.
