The cog cuts through the dark water, putting distance between the desperate mob and the hull. Haldan, an old sea-dog with a scarred jaw, secures a loose rope as the distant shouts of the harbor dwindle into the rhythmic slapping of waves against timber.
Ben
We made it out, Ben. That grain tax was the spark that set the whole city ablaze. If we had stayed another hour, they would have torn this ship apart just to build a barricade.
Ben
That tax document... it isn't just about grain. The Black Guild is squeezing the life out of the common folk to fund their own private wars. If they control the mainland, they surely have their sights on the treasure island too.
Ben
Keep the sails tight, Haldan. We have the map and the open sea, but the Guild won't stop at the shoreline. We need to reach the southern archipelagos before their scouts pick up our wake.
Ben
Aye, the open sea is a harsh mistress, but she's kinder than those cutthroats. I’ll steer us toward the mist.
+ Story Quest Added
Reach the southern archipelagos