Lost Isle Roleplay Part 3

TIME SKIP

The way to the island seemed easy enough even for this ole hunk of metal. Though traveling through the fog seemed to be the hardest part of it all. Rocks jutted out of the sea as if a defense for the island, destroying any ship that  did not know the way. Luckily Freya had a map as well as a good captain and map reader. It all went as smooth as can be, even to Freya’s shock. The fog began to disperse and the island came to view. It was clear to see people lived here, there was like a little town set on the island, built of stone and mud. The people there seemed friendly, while others quickly fled the scene.

Freya smiled and looked to the crew as the ship landed at the dock. “Welcome to the Lost Isle everyone. Please come meet everyone.” she grinned as within moments she was off the ship and on the deck greeting those that remained out. She hugged a few of them and seemed more at ease. The orcs and dwarves of the lost kingdom came out and seemed to cheer at the look of the ship thankful to see the steel beast. Freya walked to the shores where a few seals were she nodded to them respectfully and eyed the dwarves and orcs. They seemed to nod their head. Their position changed as the stood before Freya’s people in a defensive manner. Freya waved to them weakly and smiled. “The Lost Isle is home to more than just those from your burnt kingdom. We are something Khalla knows nothing about. You see, we may look the same, but I am not a human.” Cheeks began to burn red as she clung to her cloak and looked about for reassurance. “We are Selkies.” she chuckled faintly. “We have this form, but our true form is like that of a seal. Our coats is what allows us to shift.” Eyes no longer looked to them as she looked to the sands of the shore, Unsure of how many would handle a race not heard of in centuries.



Vendels dargona Bounty Hunter

Vendel had had a rather easy time on the boat, he may not have had any experience , but he was agile and strong enough to help with the ropes, and rigging… as long as someone pointed him in the right direction. He’d gotten a bit grumpy when he ran out of the small amount of drink he’d managed to bring a board… but keeping him from it was probably for the best.  As the boat slowed he headed for the front of the ship, looking over at the island.
It never seemed like any where was quite.. new, to the elf. Once you’d wondered enough you realized every place was rather similar..just a different mix of trees and ground.
“Well , seems it’s time to make some new friends.” he stretched, casting a look to Baldor and giving him a wave before heading down. He was sure the dwarf would catch up.  The people seemed excited… well, as excited as an Orc could get at least, Vendel had never known them to be very jovial about anything that wasn’t a victory. He hung back a bit though, uncertain of what was going on, and a bit worried about any one recognizing him as a dusk elf… or worse a halfling. This wasn’t a place where he could easily escape. But soon enough  Freya had turned and spoken…. and… they were...seals?
Selkies. He was sure eurydice would have known what those where, she had always loved books, and reading… but he was sure his mother had told him a story of them once, when he had asked her if any people lived in the lake.
That or mermaids of course.  It had been far to long ago to remember. But though he raised an eyebrow, he just smiled.
“It’s nice to meet your watery friends.” he said with a light bow.
Fira - Vanguard - Thief [10:09:25 PM EDT]

Fira took the map, and eagerly rolled it open. She saw the mark, and started searching for a few required instruments used to help navigate them. With the old, and rusted, tools in hand she started to advise Drake and the rest of their crew members on which direction they would need to go. Sure, Freya had said the northeast, but Fira pinpointed it to latitude and longitude with Freya's help. Fira also helped clean a bit of the ship. She didn't care of messes, and she didn't care of cleaning. But she refused to sit anywhere, until one spot was clean. She hated mold, as she would at times sneeze. But, it was well worth it. When finally the call came through, that someone had spotted something through the fog.

She went onto the top of the deck, and leaned over the side of the railing. She squinted her eyes, seeing a dark shape coming up. The Lost Isles? She hoped so. Their rations were very little now. As the ship came to a stop, finally, Fira couldn't wait to get onto some dry land. That didn't roll and move with water under it. She gathered with the others, as Freya spoke. She was eyeing the Dwarves more than the Orcs, frowning behind her mask. At the word 'Selkie' she immediately perked up.

"Selkies? You...? By the Gods, do you realize the danger you put yourself through to get a crew? You... You risked a lot." Fira knew of Selkies, having read up about them in the past. She loved learning of creatures that were supposed to be of lore and legends, as they were fun to read about when bored, of if Eshkith wanted a story read to him. What would be the next race, that no one can even remember about, suddenly appear? Pech? "You're even risking the lives of your people...." She said, and looked to the skittish folk that had hid, and then to the seals that had greeted Freya. She couldn't believe that all of the selkie fowk would be okay with this! Letting strangers on to their Island? She didn't even knew that they lived on land, she thought they had only belonged to the sea? She'd have to learn more here while she could, the old scrolls having said little of their habitats.


A large storm seemed to brew over the skies, a storm that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Thunder began to echo across the lands, it seemed to silence the group, all on the isle looked to west where the battle laid. A storm grew so dark over there, and it rumbled so deeply it seemed to shake one’s core. Lightning as bright as the sun erupted from the sky only to be followed by a deep cry of the dragon. The land stopped quaking from the cry and the waves crashed into the beaches more fiercely than before. All attention was to the storm and some of the orcs and dwarves dropped to their knees in respect, reasons some did not understand. A single orc rose from his knees and looked to them all. “Gorzeh is gone.” some who laid on their knees remained there eyes closed, perhaps praying? “We must move now, if this beast can live after a deities sacrifice there is no telling what it can do. Rise my kin, tomorrow we sail to sea of fire and ash.  It may have destroyed our kingdom, killed our loved ones, but there is one thing it has not killed. Our strength, our hope, our courage! RISE MY KIN!” The orc cried out and all followed suit rising one by one. The orc who was speaking looked to the Selkies and then to the crew that traveled here. “many thanks we give to you. Though dare I ask, are you willing to risk your life for a chance of a better life?” His brow arose as he was asking them all to join on the ship. “My kin will make this ship like new by sunrise, then we sail, with or without you all.” He snorted and soon the group began to flood into the ship. Clanks and clangs were heard as they began their fierce work.


Vendel-Dargona-Bounty Hunter

Vendel turned his head to the dark sky, just as the lightening flashed brilliant white and he winced against it. What was going on? He shook his head, blinking his eyes to recover from the light as the orcs and people around him fell to their knees. He was as confused as any, till the orc spoke.
“A god is dead?” he asked, his own fears and pain falling away and his voice for once sounding back to how it had been, if only for a moment. How could a god die? Gone… that meant the same thing didn’t it? Or was there some place gods went? But there was no time to question to deeply the realm of gods… it was a god who had made this problem wasn’t it? He could only hope his own goddess remained safe. He couldn’t handle another loss at the moment.
As the orcs piled into the ship with the dwarves he looked to the crew who had come with him. Was their work done? Had that been it? What were they to do for a day?
“So… are we to wait then?”

Aryelin - Vanguard - Mender

It was amazing. By some miracle they had managed to get the boat to the island. The entire trip the elf had stayed above deck. She didn't feel right in the bellows of this ship, and she wasn't useful down there, on the deck, she successfully managed to help navigate the sails, all while hoping someone competent was navigating the boat. When they arrived on the shores of the Lost Isle, Aryelin was still reeling from amazement that they hadn't been impaled and sent to their doom by some rogue rock.

Then came the shock of the island. There were so many people here and all so different. How could everyone miss such a lively island for so long? It shocked her, but after navigating the seas, she understood at least partially. When Freya revealed that she and her people were Selkies, she was sent further into her fantasy. How amazing and unlikely this all was. How glad she was to be here to experience this. If she had to go down, she wouldn't go down without a fight, and she wouldn't go down without having learned that Selkies, creatures of fantasy, creatures that roamed in bedtime stories, were real.

The deity Gorzeh wasn't one which Aryelin regularly worshipped, but the loss of any God shook her. The balance of this world could easily be disturbed, she just hoped it wasn't going to be disturbed beyond repair. The orcs seemed quick to notice this too, and Aryelin, who was used to following Corlask anyways, didn't find it too odd. She would fight or she would go and heal the wounded, either way she had to try and help. But with the orcs clattering about the ship, the elf hardly wanted to get in their way. Perhaps the Selkies needed some help or there was something they could do. Too much adrenaline pumped through her now to sit around and do nothing! Vendel seemed shocked by the idea as well, so Aryelin amplified and clarified the question, "It is truly incredible to meet all of you, is there anything any of you would have us do to help before this battle comes? "

Proteus-Shadar-Shadow Rogue- 1:21:42 PM EDT
For the most of the duration of their voyage Proteus stayed high above the sea. Once he got used to the swaying, up among the ropes he could forget that he was stranded in the middle of a blue abyss. The rigging was a woven haven and the acrobatic rogue felt right at home. He and his dexterous companion were easily able to handle the rigging once they had time to examine it and kept to themselves. So far no one had stood out to him besides the lady Freya. There was something unusual about the lass that Proteus was unable to put his finger on and it, and that irked him to no end. Proteus prided himself in knowing people and she was a mystery to him. Then again, he himself was a mystery to many as well. When the others had introduced themselves, Proteus had stayed silent to the fact. Freya had used his name once before and had anyone recognized it or cared to interact with him they could approach on their own time. The trip was smooth sailing through calm seas and Proteus did his duties apt and aloof. It wasn't until the island began to come into view that any sign of emotion came to his face. A lopsided grin filled with wonder began to grow across his face as the fog parted before their vessel.

"The lost Isles" he breathed softly, his comment no more than a whisper on the wind. Swinging down from the rigging, leather soles landing softly on the deck, he joined the others waiting to hear Freya's words. Her words were brief before she was quickly off the boat and onto land. Land? Land! Oh glorious land! Proteus was a little ashamed at how quickly he hurried to get off the boat and onto the beach. As soon as his boots hit sand a grin crossed his face, "We made it Fuzz-butt!" he remarked happily as the proto-dragon hopped off his shoulder. Earning a trill in response, Eigengrau then went about her own business of exploring the beach. The sound of speech filtered into his ears as he heard one the ship-mates talking. Something about... Selkies? As he began to pay more attention he learned that Freya was one of those long forgotten creatures. Huh.

Proteus knew little of Selkies, or any other sea life for that matter. All he did know that no one had seen one for generations (and something about seals.) But hey, it had been the same with Dragons hadn't it? It explained what "magic" had been moving the ship, it must have been some of these Selkies. But Proteus wasn't interested in Selkies, or the Dwarves or Orcs who had gathered to greet Freya, oh no. Now he could find out why he was here and get to find out the secrets of this hidden land!

But then the heavens opened up. The fierce cry of a dragon was shared by the pained howls of the denizens around them. A god... dead? By the many faced goddess, a god had fallen! The surrounding din and movement brought Proteus back to reality. Quickly scooping Eigengrau into his arms he clutched her tight as Orcs and Dwarves swarmed past him and onto the vessel they had just left.

Fira - Vanguard - Thief - [1:57:15 AM EDT]

Fira was still reeling from the news of the Selkies. That she was seeing them with her own eyes. She couldn't wait to tell Eshkith! Her dragon, sick or not, would be over the moon! He loved of learning of these creatures... She hoped that it would make up for leaving him. She was scared... Terrified that she'd return home and find him....

She was taken out of her thoughts from the massive roar sounding clear across the ocean. A new wave of shock came over her. Normally, Fira wasn't shocked so easily. But seeing and meeting Selkies, and now the death of a god..... She prayed to her Deities, praying that they stay safe. She didn't know what she'd do, if she lost any of them. They had been there for her, in a way, through the entire time she was raised and got herself free. She didn't think she'd be able to do much if one of them died... She was more than surprised that a God could die... She was going to have to look up on that. There had to be something that could tell her what and where a god goes once 'dead'.

Fira barely stirred as the Orcs and Dwarves ran passed her. A stubborn look in her eyes. "They are going to need their strength." She said, and looked to Aryelin. "How good of a cook are you?" She asked the Elven woman. Food and water was going to have to be made and brought to the Orcs and Dwarves working, if they were going to have to go all day and night to get the old battleship into Battle-mode. They were going to help end this, one way or another. That large Fire Larvae was going to wish he had stayed asleep in that Volcano. They couldn't also use up all of the Selkie's supplies either. "I can catch fish, but someone's going to have to cook them. I don't feel right, using up the Selkie's food supply that they already have, and shared so much already no doubt."

Amariel - Vanguard - Mender [1:28 PM, 07-22]

Amariel heard no storms nor lightning, her mind in blissful peace as she slept near one of the darker corners, having found no use besides wandering around and getting in the way. At first she sulked over the fact, feeling useless, then realized that this only meant that their team was fully capable and had a higher chance of success than she had imagined. That alone helped her convince herself to take a short nap, one which dragged on for a while longer. What woke her, all of a sudden, was the loud bellowing, followed by a screech that sent its tremors through the elven woman’s flesh. She gasped deeply and jumped from her spot, reaching for the staff as if it was her lifeline. Her eyes fled from one corner of the little area to another, searching for what could twist her ease like that. Slowly, she breathed and properly stood up, blinking away the haze in her sights. So much noise from the outside… Someone yelling, more voices, then marching and… a storm?… Had it been raining when she closed her eyes for the slumber?

The woman pondered in silence, standing still whilst her mind blanked and then returned, the only action she could manage to do after a nap like that being to grip her staff closer. Just as she began to step out to where everyone should’ve been, a massive creature, one she could only describe as an orc, passed by, making Amariel tense up and freeze altogether. Then another passed, and another, every single one of these brutes clinging to parts of the ship and seemingly redoing them. Only then did she notice dwarves as well, but none of her groupies. Was she left behind? Oh dear. The mender paced out of the place where she slept and began to frantically look around, only to see the team already on the ground, planning something and talking amidst one another. She nervously stepped past the workers, giving them smiles and chuckles, then ran the rest of the way down to the bridge. Amariel calmed down only once they came into her sights again, sneakily walking over to the edge of their gathering. No one would even notice she was gone. The idea made her quirk her lips upward and she looked to the others, pretending to know what was going on or why there was an army of mean looking fellas around them.

Drake | Vanguard | Instructor [5:51pm EDT 7/22]

The journey to the isles went smoothly and without a hitch-- just as he had planned. With hard workers willing to accept his instruction, a competent navigator and overall useful crew, the "Lost Isles" journey became a reality. Docking went surprisingly smooth as well, however he alone began tying the ship to the docks until he was joined on either side by a group of Orcs. Drake tensed up immediately, having poor memories of the creatures but they were the least of his worries. They were here to help, he would have reminded himself but in those same moments the sky tore itself apart and the land around went dark as if shrouded by eclipse. Drake too like most of the others turned to face the monstrous bellow from who knew how many knots away. It was surreal to be heard so loud and ear-piercing from such a distance-- and as the dragon roared, Orcs began dropping to their knees. What the...

"Gorzeh...?" The man muttered to himself confusedly. He paid absolutely no attention to the affairs of the religious and their 'Gods' so it took a moment before he understood what was going on. Most everyone else was away from himself and this particular group of Orcs but those he could see shared horrified looks on their faces the same as the islanders. His attention fell on a larger Orc, probably the leader. Our strength, our hope, our courage! RISE MY KIN! Drake smirked, admiring the courage and ferocity behind the words. This particular Orc had gained an inkling of respect.

Drake turned toward the bridge as Orcs began to file hurriedly onto what he had secretly been kind of fondly imagining as _his_ ship. If only... And stepping anxiously down toward the docks was someone he had actually meant to seek out literally the moment he finished here-- Amariel. He wasted not a moment longer since the ropes were secured and followed her through the rushing group to the outskirts; standing casually at her side but continuing to watch and listen to what was happening around.

Baldor - Dragona - Blacksmith [8:48 PM EDT]

The trip had gone much smoother than Baldor expected. That is, once Baldor had found away to block out the more unsavory parts of being on the ocean and on a few pieces of wood between him and drowning in it. Baldor had thrown himself at every task asked of him, keeping his hands and mind busy.

Even though he kept busy, Baldor was relieved when the boat finally reached the Lost Isles.  Baldor quickly followed behind Vendel as Freya made her big announcement about her and her people. Selkies, what a shock! Baldor had not heard much about them, but there were a few stories that rung faint bells. Baldor pushed those thoughts aside and talked to a few dwarves, asking them about his parents. It took a few tries and quite a lot of embarrassment on Baldor’s part, but Baldor heard that they seemed to have escaped the fighting without major harm and had remained on the mainland. That was a relief to say the least, but still, why hadn’t they sent word? The news was welcomed, but not exactly what he wanted. It would have been nice to see them safe and sound.

Baldor had edged his way back towards the main group, searching for Aryelin or Vendel in the crowd as the sky broke open. A god dead? It seemed impossible, but from the reaction of the crowd, Baldor thought it must be true. Baldor watched the orcs and his fellow dwarves surge forward to repair the ship. A feeling of pride mixed with fear welled up in Baldor’s stomach, and he edged towards Vendel

“I d-don’t think we have much of a choice but to wait,” Baldor replied to Vendel.

Vendel-Dargona-Bounty Hunter(10:51:24 PM EDT Wednesday, July 22, 2015)

“Seems like it.” he said. He’d never known an orc to work slowly though, so he trusted in their words for the moment. Some how… well the whole trip had helped his mood a bit. Everything was going straight to the dogs still but… well the whole world seemed in the same, for lack of a better word, Boat.  He looked to Baldor. “See any one you know?” he asked. Baldor was a dwarf after all… and they tended to keep tabs on kin far and wide. Vendel himself hadn’t seen any of his family in years and he was happy with that. No one of his blood was any good… not of the living at least.
At the mention of cooking, and fish, Vendel took a step forward.
“If it’s fish to be cooked I can cook and clean any type.” he offered. Eurydice had been a dragon of the water after all, she’d loved fish and he had cooked them more often then anything else. Then again though he could make a meal of nearly anything, he’d spent enough years on his own, with nothing but his wits and a very protective dragon to help him. He could scavenge anywhere, had learned the hard way what was good to eat, and though he might not have been a gourmet expert he could cook a fine dish.  



Aryelin - Vanguard - Mender (9:45 EST 24/7)

While everyone else was taking things in, Aryelin's attention was caught by another woman who spoke to her. The woman looked familiar, as if she might have been from Vanguard, and she thought her name was Fira. She thought it had come up on the ship. She spoke of catching fish and cooking it for the working dwarves and orcs. It made the elf instantly respect the other. She was interested in helping while the others seemed to be more along the line of thought that they were just going to wait until the battle. She wasn't going to help fix the boat, she would only get in the way, so she would help in any way she could.

Eagerly she nodded, "If you can catch it, I can cook it, we can keep their strength up and keep them battle ready." She heard Vendel speak up as well to help, and she could already imagine a nice line of food steaming into the boat.

"I can start a fire, you can set up and start fishing, and perhaps someone else could find something for me and Vendel to cook on," she spoke indirectly to Fira but also to the rest of the group that chose to listen and was interested in helping.



Shri’Zyne | Shadar | Elite Assassin (9ish am CST 7/26)
It had been a long trip, and the drow had stayed mostly to herself. There was perhaps one amongst the group she recognized from rumors of the underground, but if the rest were good two-shoes, well, she didn’t exactly want to announce herself loud and clear. So she had stayed for the most part quiet, doing as she was asked aboard the ship, a shadow amongst shadows. She didn’t know a thing about this decaying, molding, eye-sore, and she didn’t like being on it either. Give her a good underground tunnel, not this floating hunk of drift wood….

But finally, finally they were let off, and it was with a small sigh of relief that booted feet touched sand once more. Gaze strayed curiously over the inhabitants, eye squinting in the light, mostly orcs, dwarves, and...seals. Their skins would be good on the market, at least. Surely one or two wouldn’t be missed...and then lavendar gaze shifted to the maiden she had followed here, and there went her hopes of easy money. So these were selkies, eh? Well...that probably made their coats and skins worth even more. But no, she’d have to file that idea away for later. Perhaps if any died in this battle, she’d claim the loot. She wouldn’t outright kill someone that was trying to aid the land, she wasn’t that cruel. And it was quite the story... a race that hadn’t been seen in who knew how long. Before her time, even. Sorta like the legend of the red raccoon people seemed to be talking about over in the Dargona side of things. As if.

And then the storm seemed to blow up, and gloved hand rose to shield eyes as she looked out over the sea. Something big was happening, and the cry of the great beast vibrated down to her very bones. “Diety dead?” Shri repeated, incredulous, as she looked to the orc who had spoken. So even dieties could die...that did not bode well for this battle. Nevertheless, these Lost Isle folk seemed to rally, and swarm the ship to repair it. With a huff at the noise, the drow found herself a spot in some shade, pulling out a kukri and a whet stone to hone the blade. She’d be ready, whatever happened.

Fira - Vanguard - Thief


Fira looked to Vendel as he spoke, and nodded at his offer to help, then back to Aryelin. She had two cookers, great! Fishing was what Fira also knew what to do, as Eshkith loved fish. Fira knelt to start taking off her fur and metal boots. She rolled her pants up a bit more, and took her bandages off of her burned shoulder and hand. She knew if they stayed on, they would become soaked, and she didn’t have much in her bags to re-wrap her burns with something dryer after. She then started to dig through her bag that she had brought. Taking out her coil of rope, and her black cloak, she headed towards the water. “I’ll return shortly with the first batch. If anyone else wants to fish or help cook, then by all means, pitch in. The more there are, the better.” She called back to the others of their group.

Fira stepped carefully, assured that Aryelin and Vendel would get the fire and cleaning station ready. She was going to have to do this differently than what she was used too. Normally, Eshkith would herd the fish towards her, and she’d spear three or two at a time. However, she would have to do this a little differently. Tying the rope on opposite ends of her cloak, she took a deep breath, and dove into the water, pulling the cloak by the rope.

Amariel - Vanguard - Mender [11:02 AM 07-28]

She only caught faint murmurs about some deity and an apparent incoming battle, but nothing clear. It was her own fault for sleeping through the work, so Amariel couldn’t really complain. She eyed the three people who had stepped out and declared that they would cook for the working dwarves and orcs, though remained silent, watching what would happen next. She certainly knew that Vendel was capable of cooking, and it seemed like Aryelin was good at many things too, so the last person would be as well. Well, that would be taken care of. Her golden gaze moved onto the rest of their group, standing by idly, almost as if at a loss. One appeared to take their leave and do something other entirely, so she just assumed that they had time to spare. It was everyone’s choice on how they’d spend it.

The elven woman released a quiet sigh, ridding herself of the tension from before. It was storming, but at least no rain had swept upon them. She also noted that the sea had calmed, although continued to push its waves onto the shore, followed by an easy gust of wind. Only then did she intake the island they had ventured to, the strange flora and the traces of civilization. Maybe… This would be a good time to relax. Before witnessing the torment of battle. She glanced to the side, shifting in the sand awkwardly to see Drake right beside her. He seemed just as lost, if not focused on other things. The man always cared more for his ship than most of anything else, yet this one wasn’t exactly his. The healer smiled knowingly, then stepped behind Drake and went a bit further, only to grasp one of his hands discreetly and begin to tug him further from the group, allowing them to work on what they knew best.  She guided him along the shore, though made sure not to stumble off too far, since they’d still have to return. Only once the two were a ways from the rest did Amariel pause, releasing his hand to sit down on the sand. “Sorry for the sudden interruption… I thought this would be a good time to talk… Unless you wish to assist the cooks?” The white haired lady teased, eyeing him from below with a mild smirk.


Baldor - Dragona - Blacksmith [9:40:53 PM EDT]

“Oh yes!” Baldor replied happily, “distant cousins and a few familiar faces. Some of them came by my dad’s shop…” Baldor trailed off, thinking off the dwarves. He was probably related to most of them in one way or another, most dwarves were. Sure, some married and had children with other races, but it did not happen a lot. It also helped that dwarves liked to congregate in certain places and did not venture very far from there.

Baldor’s attention was directed back to the boat as Vendel and then Aryelin offered to cook for the crew. The woman who had suggested that they cook for the workers seemed to have a good heart, and Baldor felt an instant liking for her.

“Th-there’s plenty of driftwood we could probably make a spit with,” Baldor suggested to Aryelin, “Or a thin, flat rock to could the fish on. If you think it would be helpful.”

He added the last part on hastily. Baldor was no expert when it came to cooking, and he did want to suggest something and have it end up unhelpful. He hoped it was helpful though. Especially since the women had ousted dived into the water to catch fish. Baldor found that odd, thinking that most people usually just use a line and rod, but then again, he did not have much experience with fishing. And it was not like they had those items on hand.

Vendel-Bounty hunter- Dargona

Vendel raised an eyebrow as Fira dove into the water. Well, that was one way to catch a fish he guessed. He had never learned to swim, so he’d always managed on the side of the water, or waist deep. Lines, nets, you could even fish with a bit of something shiny if you had to. “Spits would be perfect… hmm or what about skewers, we’d be able to fit more around the fire that way. Though rock grilled fish is delicious, I doubt we’d find a bit enough rock for this many people.” If they could find some wild onion or garlic it would help with the taste… but in all honesty the plant life around him seemed a bit foreign. He cast a look around. “We should ask the locals if any of these fruits are good roasted, fish goes strangely well with fruit.” It was probably strange how easily his mind could jump away from the harsh realities of what was back home across the sea to trying to pair fish with something, but it was easier for him then anything else.
This was an escape, he may have had to go back but for now… other then the people on that boat he was free from everything, and he wasn’t about to waste his time sulking while there was a land of new sights to see.
He was so excited about it he’d even forgotten to ask for a drink.