<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Jerika.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jerika Almsworthy<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Albatross, top deck<br/><br/><strong>Attention:</strong>OPEN<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As soon as the first whisper of land on the horizon reached Jerika's ears, she wasted no time in claiming a spot that was relatively out of the way and yet allowed her eyes to fasten on the gradually growing mass on the horizon.  At first she was sure that the sailor had been mistaken, and that it was nothing more than fog or mist, or a low-lying cloud.  The voyage had been a misery, with more than a week of being barely able to keep down anything more than water as the ship pitched and rolled beneath her feet - or so it seemed.   After she had finally begun to get her sea legs, she quickly learned that the initial days of the voyage had been relatively calm, and for that she thanked the gods with whatever scant devotion remained to such remote and mocking beings.  Now, with the promise of land beneath her feet, she felt the first true surge of thankfulness she'd had in long months and planted herself to await deliverance.<br/><br/>The shoreline magnificent, and Jerika paced with impatience as the captain ordered the ship to scout out the lay of the coast.  Her feet ached for the roll of sand and rock beneath them, for surface that did not move beneath her even when she sought out the stillness.  By the time the captain called to announce that they would be allowed to disembark, she was waiting with her gear, her eyes locked toward the beach.  If all the dangers the captain spoke of were waiting in plain sight, she still would have chosen the shore over another night rocked upon the waves.