120 Bar fight! (1/2)
As the ship neared the wooden makeshift port, the scenery began to clear. Off in the distance a solitary mountainous monolith rose solemnly up into the sky still covered with a faint layer of obstructing fog that I blamed for not being able to spot it right off.
The land on either side curved outward, with sandy outcrops flagging around. To the left a collection of thick and verdant trees tufted around, though scanty in number, still gave a feeling of freshness and abundance.
To the right was more highpoint like structure, the sand spread all dune like with a collection of black hardy rocks jutting out copiously. the land overall lifted pretty high, with a treacherous maw like rock structure baying out towards the sea.
A breath of relief shot through my body the ship came to a halt, the landing barely touching at the wooden outcrop that poked out of the sandy port of the otherwise barren island.
The sphinx still stared at us in curiosity, a cursory growl guzzling out of its fanged maw as it neared us.
I was the first off the boat, following me closely were Fawkes and Barts. Fawkes shot me a curiosity steeped glance as he motioned towards the massive yet tame beast.
”What's a sphinx?” he asked softly. ”A native creature to a scanty few islands on the new world. they're pretty tame and harmless, most use them as a type of cattle.” I answered dryly as I made my way forward. The fresh countryside winds caressing gently against my cheek, as the fresh scent of moist grass assailed my nostrils.
”So where are we?” he asked simply, at this point the rest of the crew had gotten off with Terrick being the only one to stick close to the deck. The group pooled behind me, waiting for my introduction attentively.
”I can't really tell, to be honest. Needs to be either Sphinx, yes that's the actual name of the place, Feather tuft island, or Gypte island…. Can't really tell which though.” I answered calmly as I turned around.
As the crew nodded I looked over at Terrick seriously. ”Take care of the ship, when the away winds come then you can get the ship to a more protected alcove. I would tell you to get it to that outcrop-” here I pointed to the right, ”but staring the ship in this kind of dead wind is almost impossible.
Sorren. You stay back too. You're injured and I don't think we want to bring you into the thicket of things, instead why don't you investigate the area. Check out weather that place-” and again here I motioned to the scary rock outcrop. ” can act as a useful docking spot.”
Sorren nodded grimly. He may have recovered somewhat, but I didn't wish to risk the chance that the handicap of taking him would provide. Immediately he took off, silently moving on the sandy beach, as small foot holes formed in his wake.
”At any other time I would suggest splitting up, but this is unknown territory and you never split the party, so..” with a shrug I moved forward.
As we walked on the sandy beach I could not help but marvel at the level of security and peace that the island offered, so far at least.
At the very end of the beach a swath of grass began to grow, steadily growing bigger until they reached our knees, as far as the eye could see the grass grew all around. At the very end of the green path however, a thicket of trees grew. Bounding the humungous monolith as if in a ring like formation.
The grass seemed to have been grown artificially, for there was no way that they could grow so orderly or so neatly unless they had been cultivated to do so.