Our mast cut through the dark fog which surrounded our ship. The sails having been destroyed by the storm lay somewhere on the surface of the water, presumably miles away from our current location. The crew looked worse for wear after days of tumultuous waves and screaming wind. As lookout I focused my attention on the sea before me and tried to find some way of determining our location. I peered into the fog and saw what appeared to be a miniscule stain on the blanket of mist before my eyes. Could it be land? Could our journey have finally come to an end? As we drew closer, the stain began to take on a clearer form and its colors appeared clearer and brighter than before. It was land!
I ran to the captain and informed him of the land before us. He ordered the drew down below, so that they could begin rowing in the direction of the land in front of us.
“It can´t be the land we seek”, he said grimly as he looked ahead towards the land mass. “We haven´t been at sea nearly long enough”.
He was right. Our journey should last another two weeks.
Our ship pulled up to the land and the fog seemed to dissipate a little as our ship rode up onto the beach. The captain assembled a small crew to go and investigate the island. The men left the ship and wandered over the beach and went to explore a little of the forest. Those of us still on the ship waited patiently, worried about the men we had just sent out into the unknown.
