Timestamp: Autumn 1, 521 AV ![]() A light breeze ruffled the hair of Felakal as he leaned against the railing of the Golden Hope, a sailing ship built in Zeltiva after the Djed Storm of 512. Small droplets of mist blew across his face, bringing with it a soft and salty scent of the ocean morning. Felakal had grown used to this smell aboard the Golden Hope, but it made him happy none-the-less. It was a sweet reminder of memories as a child at the beaches near Riverfall. Trees and shrubs and flowers of all sorts and colors were in view as the Golden Hope pulled closer to the Syka dock. On the port side, Felakal could see an island sitting across from the bay they would land in. He would eventually come to learn that he was looking at Solitude Island. Near the dock, Felakal saw white sandy beaches, tall palm trees, and all sorts of greenery. Felakal just so happened to be looking in the right direction as he witnessed a fish jump out of the water and come back down with a loud splash. He wasn't much of a fisherman, so he couldn't really tell what type of fish it was. As the Golden Hope pulled closer to the dock, Felakal noticed a large gathering of people waiting, some of them waving towards the incoming ship. Felakal thought this must be people waiting for supplies, and maybe even just some of the townsfolk volunteering their help. He had no way of knowing this was most of the Syka populace, eagerly waiting to unload the rarely seen trading vessel. As the ship pulled up to the dock, Felakal as well as some other sailors threw down some ropes to the townsfolk to tie to the dock. Everyone aboard began grabbing barrels and boxes to unload. Felakal walked up to a barrel, bent his legs, and wrapped his hands around the sides and lifted it off the deck. Felakal knew that he should be careful, because he also had his backpack and travelling gear strapped to his back. If he wasn't careful, he could slip on any random puddle and make a fool out of himself. Just as the thought crossed his mind, he miscalculated the weight distribution of the barrel, and started to lose his grip. Thinking quickly, he kicked his foot up against the ship railing to stabilize himself. With his foot lifted up, the barrel resting on his leg as he readjusted his grip, Felakal heard a couple of the sailors laugh. One of them said "Nice save." Shaking his head of embarrassment, Felakal secured his grip and carried the barrel down the ramp to the dock. He wasn't sure where to set it down, but as he noticed the townsfolk were grabbing the supplies from the sailors, a strong looking man approached and said he could take the barrel. Felakal thanked him and looked around, his hands now resting on his backpack straps. The dock was very busy as people tried to squeeze past each other unloading the ship. Felakal looked down the dock towards Syka, but didn't actually see very much. There were what looked like multiple swings strung up along the beach, a building off in the distance to the Southwest, and what looked like a house to the Southeast. Felakal figured the rest of the town was hidden by the jungle. Felakal looked out across the water again at the island. There was something off-putting about it but he couldn't quite figure out what. He didn't see any reason he would end up there, with plenty of jungle to explore on the mainland. Too much, even. He knew that the jungle was dangerous, and that even with everything Felakal has survived, he could still die in an instant here. Better to focus on getting a job and a place to live, he thought to himself. OOCI'm sorry that it isn't the prettiest thread, having to relearn the BBC code on my phone isn't easy lol |