章 879: Marinda, the land of the mystic

Marinda, else known by, Arine, is an archipelago compromising of four to five isles. The reason why I say four or five is very simple, our ships aren't steady enough to brave the northern seas. By the name of Lucifer, I shudder as I write. Today marks the second coming of my crew's expedition. The king of Ensuren glamorously offered rewards for souvenirs we may bring. Monarchs and their weird sense of taste for rough artifacts and whatnot. Seas south of the island are very deep and glide in a jetty of rocks, perfect for docking. The latter, build from always wet rocks, carries itself into a somewhat symmetrical shape. The natives are very able, and reclusive. Bushes shift, the tide rises, and the sea bears its claws. The weather on the beach relatively stays sunny save the occasional rain. Marinda's exceptional climate is a thing of wonder, immediate after the beach, the trees gradually thicken till darkness.