Akamu stood fast and stared as a large ship drew alongside him. The cold north wind chilled him to his core as he drifted across the restless sea in his dingy small boat that was only big enough to fit him and his belongings. As he stared up at the massive ship he noticed something. There, hanging from the yardarm, was the body of a man. The moonlight beamed down upon him like a giant spotlight revealing the horrors to the world. In the sullen fog that surrounded the ship he could see that the sails had been torn through. The deck was strewn with smoldering pieces of wood. As his boat drew closer, Akamu began to smell the scent of death. Floating corpses could be seen adrift in the water. Large gashes and torn limbs were clearly visible.<br/>"What could have happened here I wonder. Some kind of attack, ya?" Akamu said to his orb who laid across from him, resting in soft blankets. Akamu knew he wouldn't get a reply, but it felt better than talking to himself. Akamu picked up his telescope and scanned the horizon for what felt like a hundred times. He had made sure to ration his food for the long journey across unknown waters, but his food supply had completely dried up now. He doubted he could hold out for another day. It was then that he caught sight of something on the horizon.<br/>"Those..those are trees, ya?" Akamu squinted his eyes, hoping that the fog was playing tricks on him. "They are! They are trees! We've hit land!"