Serilla turned away from the forest, and began the slow walk up the hill, to get a better lay of the land.  While the path she walked stayed mostly dry and stony, she could see that, further east, the land became wet and swampy, and would make for slow progress.<br/><br/>Before long, though, she'd have enough height to see over the forest of trees, and get a good lay of the landscape. She was on the south side of a large, horseshoe-shaped island, curled around the bay where her ship had wrecked. Much of the western half of the island looked to be covered in forest, though, beyond the trees, she could make out a<em>lighthouse</em>, peeking over the top. To the east, the terrain grew hilly, with swampy morasses in the valleys between peaks. What looked like a man-made tower poked out of the rocky hills, off in the distance. Finally, far to the north and west, she could see a single, tall peak, surrounded by smaller ridges, that smoked faintly. All around the item, treacherous-looking rocks jutted from the sea, making rescue unlikely, at best.