Chapter 4- Where the Wild Roses Grow
Waking up to a rather serene scenario, of soft whispers of waves against sand, colorful shell fish lying about, they felt the sand burning under their bodies and their skin scorched. How long have they been lying about?
The magical energies of this place felt somewhat... comforting... yet terrifying...
The seagulls cries were heard above their heads as their treasured ship was carried back and forth on the water, most of it terribly damaged.
Some of the group were slowly emerging from the depths of the ship, climbing their way outside, or making holes in the wood to get out.
There were no sign of the other pirates and at the distance they saw lights, indicating a near village or city.
"Chanclera", the goblin Dreeg sniffed around, making faces and seemed somewhat disgust of something.
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