![]() ![]() Gryphonheart urgently called back many of the garrisons. Then the war with Eeofol and Nighon broke out. "They were exploring actively once, roaming across the seas, searching for new lands. Why the hell would Erathians build an outpost here?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the pain in my feet, and from worries about whether that last spike had been poisonous. I have to show them that I, their bold captain, don't feel a thing stepping on these accursed thorny lianas. Damn it, when will I find myself some footwear? I could, of course, demand someone in the crew to lend me on of their boots-who's the captain here anyway? But I didn't want to test the battered morale of our small squad for no reason. I stepped carefully, trying not to cut my left foot. We were fighting out way through the dense, boggy jungle. "Hurry up and grab all you can carry! Let's see what surprises this cursed island has prepared for us." Would Jeremy Albatross face his last days on this damn island? I felt like dozens of predatory eyes were staring at us from the jungle, waiting to lure us into a trap. In those forest depths lurked snakes, giant mosquitos, and other dangers. It was a dense, dark-green living mass, within which large bright flowers bloomed. "Oh come on, there's never been a situation Jeremy Albatross couldn't overcome!" I interrupted as I turned to look at the jungle. If we don't find a place to settle within a week, we'll be overcome by famine, ammunition shortage, disease." "There are no human settlements over here, only barbarians and damn bloody beasts. "And I have a strong feeling we are stuck, Cap'n." "I think we are on the islands somewhere between Nighon and Eeofol," Patris replied. "Where are we?" I asked as I got up, brushing sand from my tattered jacket. Hell, it may be for the best that not so many lads survived the crash," grumbled my first mate. "Are we full on grub?" I asked, hoping to get clear on our situation. Soon it would wash away entirely, leaving no trace of its existence. Patris sat down beside me and gazed sorrowfully at the debris of the Black Unicorn, which drifted in pieces on the ocean tides. Though he was in his forties, that old salt still possessed great skill and clarity of thought. It had tasted plenty of enemy blood.Ī nearby voice broke the silence: "We managed to hunt down everything the sea didn't wash away!" I turned to see my first mate Patris. Fortunately, it was one mighty fine blade, all the way from Regna. ![]() Should any threat appear on the horizon, my sabre would be my only hope. My pistol was to the right of me, full of water, and therefore useless. This would not do! I'd have to find some sandals or something. It was bare, unlike the right one-my left boot had drowned in the shipwreck. I could hear the crashing waves as I sat on the sand, gazing at my left leg. Jeremy will be limited to level six, but will transfer to the next scenario. To complete the scenario, capture an abandoned fort and build it into a castle. ![]() Jeremy has been shipwrecked and has washed up on an unknown island. The golden beach of an unknown island, blue sky over their heads, and green sea, lasting up and beyond the horizon. It was impossible to repair the damage however the crew managed to haul Black Unicorn up to the nearest land and abandon it on the in-shore riffs.Īt least, Jeremy Albatross is alive, as well as a good quarter of his crew and his faithful mate Patris. The ship cannoned into the rocks and got a massive hole. However, the fortune smiled on Jeremy, though, not exactly in the way he would prefer. He put his trust in the fortune, and was in complete denial of the fact that these humongous, tempestuous waves may overturn the ship and send it into the Davy Jones' locker. A doomed path it was or a chain of eventualities?ĭesperately trying to lose the chase of Erathians, Jeremy leads Black Unicorn, his caravel, right into the heart of a storm. Horizonless sea over, the creaking ship and the whishing salty wind! The young pirate Jeremy Albatross relishes it, until one day he finds himself at the death's door. ![]()
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