The badlands ended after nearly half an hour of continued flight, giving way to vast, dull, yellow-orange plains. I could see a settlement of some kind after only a few minutes, surrounded by trees that were clearly not native to the area. I overhear the captain of the ship barking some more orders, and I turn to see the other bipedal avian pirates hard at work around the ship, followed by me feeling the ship beginning to lose altitude. Looking back down to the ground, I indeed see the ground coming closer, that settlement in particular.