The small life boat slowly makes its way through the strangely calm waters, each member inside cautiously looking for the large dorsal fins of the sharks that are no doubt out and about. Jazz, rowing along just fine, has his mind set on one goal; getting them to the largest of the islands in Chum Waters. Avoiding the jagged juts of land that would tear the boat apart, he trusts in his lookouts, Ivonelfe and Tarnaa, knowing they will not let him, or the rest of the boatmates, down.
“One coming up on our left!” Ivon states, the dark formed land mass’s shadow poking through the still waters. Jazz rows accordingly, the small boat making it’s slight correction flawlessly. As they pass by the rocks, they spot what appears to be a skull sitting on one of the flatter portions.
“Washed up from the waters be me guess.” The Captain states, everyone’s vision then going to the dark water. Several more silent, but no less tense, moments pass, the lantern in the Captain’s hand glowing a weak beacon in an unfavorable setting.
A small thump, the boat rocking gently, startles them.
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