<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">UNKNOWN SHORES; UNKNOWN LANDS</span></span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Time:</strong> Sunrise (Day 1; 7th day, 6th Month)</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Weather:</strong> Clear skies; Light winds; Cold morning</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>To Anna's left and right, the shoreline semi-circles back towards a narrow rocky opening that leads to the sea and all behind that shore is the verdant swamp land behind it.  It is almost a miracle that the ship made it through after all and was not dashed on the rocks outside or found some reef before that. Perhaps a little disturbingly, Anna can see no trace of her former crew members; debris has washed up aplenty on the beach, yet there are no corpses on the sands or in the water.<br/><br/>The lack of water in her canteen seems to make the little streamlets and rivers all the more attractive as a source of water to refill her meagre supplies.  The tangle of the swamp presents no readily visible path.  Anna can probably spend a little time exploring the shoreline to see if anything special crops up or just dive into the undergrowth and take her chances.  From what Anna knows of geographic features (Knowledge [geography]), streamlets and small rivers like the ones flowing out of the swamp usually stem from one larger one that branched off in different directions when it was no longer flowing downhill, and she may be able to follow it upstream to find the main one, though that in itself is no guarantee of finding anything worthwhile.<br/><br/>The swampland itself seems largely quiet except for the sounds of wild life and birds flying overhead.