Socially|Mundane

Hades' Strumpet, Captain's Log: November the 26th, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu 1709 2009 - Ari Blackthorne, Master and commanding.

It is early morn in a small port at the northern coast in the vicinity of Hyralios. The Strumpet carries no Supercargo this day, but ballast being the usual textiles of silk, wool, together linens, tobacco, sugars and coffee and precious fruits - the cause of our haste in transport.

The morning sun barely rises as we make ready for sail, morning mists and fog begin to lift in the newfound warmth as we weigh anchor to get under-way. The cities and townships along the coast make for a rather bizarre presentation; a mishmash of loud colors and architectural styles, some seemingly hovering in mid-air.

The edge of the world is near and thus we must hug the coastline, wary of shallow shoals and other underwater hazards, it is greatly hoped the wind of the day will be most cooperative as has been the case thus far.

Out fair sun reveals clear skies as we make way through the mouth of the harbor, turning West by Northwest, the warm rays to our backs as we leave the safety of the well-established cove.

The water is cold and calm, providing for soft and smooth travel over glassy waters, Poseidon slumbers still in this lazy morning as we move slowly toward our destination. The wind being shallow as it is we barely make headway at all.

Though the shores of this part of the world are riddled with population and strange architecture, it is a refreshing reprieve when the uninhabited natural states on the land reveals itself in such peaceful ways.

We round the horn at the northern-most point of the great island and the wind begins to pick-up, giving us greater speed, yet not to the advantage we had hoped for thus-far. At such a rate will may not reach port until mid'day to-morrow, and suffer spoilt fruit in the delay.

We have reach'd craggy, rocky portion of the coast, I send crew to the bow to watch for under-water dangers. This delays us further as we must slow our progress in addition to having man's eyes at work rather than his braun in other required rigging duties.

Finally the shore dips deeply to the south and we make way through more open seas, with a bit more maneuvering room between the shallows and edge of the world, we try hard to make-up lost time.

The southern dip in the shoreline comes quickly to an end and more population is spotted in the distance, though the seas are calm and smooth, we have yet to capture the strength of wind we'd hoped-for.

A mountainous region, the morning shape hiding the sun from warming the area, the morning breeze is chilling, but the thickened wind finally pushes hard and our sails bite with strength.

We are forced to halt all progress as Poseidon has apparently awakened and provided an unusual set-back to our journey. Perhaps it is in his humor that he make invisible a complete block of the very world in which we exist!

Alas we are quickly underway again as the vanished reality returns to us after only moments. The sails are full and we make great stride in the speed of a strong wind.

As we come to pas the cove near Clockwork we take notice at another great island to our north and I quickly check my charts to find a shoreline known as Derran Moor, Pinechapel and Canongate. I decide to turn North by Northwest to bring us along side the foreign beach for a closer look.

The country-side appears natural and barren at first. However as we move Westward, a thin forest appears to us. Also is a great fog or mist in the far inland distance.

It seems a rather peaceable and quiet place without all the strange buildings and wild color and the sky is clear through the clouds with-out man made structures.

There is a simple knoll at the beach called Pinechapel, a single obelisk stands upon it. Through telescoping glass I am able to see it is a rather solemn-looking item. We decide to drop anchor and disembark for closer inspection.

The small pillar is engraved with tributary flora thoughtfully placed. It is then it becomes clear what this place is, and why it is so clean and devoid of the brash, loud sights as found to the south.

A strange calming feeling washes over us in the morning light. Upon only a glance it is clear to see this place carries far more meaning than what is discerned at first site. And begin a walk-about.

Here the architectural efforts are taken with creative care and it almost seems a shame that such thoughtfulness goes wasted in the absence of population to enjoy it.

Yet also, the very absence of population perhaps is what makes this area all the more pleasant to the eye and heart-strings. Allowing the solemn nature to permeate through one's self efficiently.

An entire complex, owned by none, yet owned by all, thoughtfully presented and maintained it would seem the quiet natural beauty mixed with careful architecture as presented in the morning sun-rise generates profound consideration and feeling.

We decide to peruse the vicinity with attention and awe...

Alas, we delay for too long, but the majesty of this great place has made the loss in time and space well worth the excursion. We weigh anchor and reluctantly continue upon our way to original destination...

Though we have strong wind and warm sun at our backs, we cannot help but to sheet or sail angle to cause a slow, steady, yet reluctant departure as we watch the great, peaceful memorial fade into the sun-rise.

Perhaps one thing to be thankful for might be all those friends and acquaintances whom have give us the profound gift of fond memories.

SLURL