The sun is green.
The black spire thrusts heavenward from surreal aquamarine.
A hasty council on deck. All agree - we must investigate. the Aelfbane has sailed within 10 miles and dropped anchor. Our eagle-eyed Vortigern has reported only sheer black cliffs that reach up 500 yards, twice again as wide, and membranous-winged creatures catching thermal lift, circling, gliding, diving to the sea. He speaks as though it were beautiful ...
First contact is debated. A show of force! A humble approach in the Captain's Yacht. A Magic show! I like the magic show. We are peaceful. A small light show in the dark sky to draw an emissary to us. But then the sun is green. A sick, sweet, splendid green that couldn't possibly be harmless could it? The debate rages on and I leave them for a spell to update the log.
We encountered hideous humunoid creatures of the sea, and first contact was not pleasant; these shark-headed Merfreaks attacked without warning, but we wasted them with little effort. We have kept some of their skins as trophies and of course Tyr'n has various bits of them on display in various jars. "Large brains for shark heads, don't you think? I wonder if they are natural creatures, or some wizardly abomination of man and fish? It would take skilled hands indeed to accomplish such an unlikely hybrid. Skilled hands indeed ..." Tyr'n speaks as though it were beautiful ...
The encounter happened in calm water and led me to consider the wisdom of drifting on days like these. Therefore I have implemented a new strategy. Our crew will row. It will row and row and row. To combat fatigue, I exhaust my magical powers each day with 9 strength spells, cast on each crewman every other day (or thereabouts). It has had a transformative effect on morale. I reckon we are making 2 knots in calm water whilst our entire crew paces and remains battle ready. In a pinch, that many strong backs could move this lug at a spectacular clip.
We raced before a storm, south perhaps 150 miles. Another blew us west perhaps the same. The crew were in high spirits for Aelfbane to perform so well. Not a tear in her sail or a plank out of place! They hold their heads high and the party's respect for them grows.
And that's when the sun turned green and we spotted the spire far off. Well. I have made my decision. We are kings now. Kings of the sea. I will not fly to this spire. I will sail there. We have come this far by common means and should continue just so. Within 2 miles, We will have their attention.
