Much time has passed, and yet we see no land. This mysterious fog has been following usfor what feels like days, and a cold dead feeling keeps running down my neck. The men look scared, and our livestock have long since passed away. This journey appears to be cursed by some strange force.

The first signs of plague have begun to show itself. The first men have fallen to this rotting process, and were taken to the ships’s hospital in the back lowest deck. But although our holy-man has been with them around the clock, their condition does not seem to be improving.

As it got colder and the fog took a mightier grasp, I went out to the deck to take a look at our surroundings. The ocean appeared to be clear, with no land anywhere in sight, but then suddenly disaster hit. A massive wave of water was forced upon the ship by a sudden gust of wind. The crew were running around trying to save whatever they could, and then I saw it. The biggest mast, in the middle of the ship broke loose and fell to the ocean.

Hell seemed to surround us, as evil banshees descended from all sides. The wind tore apart our sails, and the oceans brutal force smashed our ship to pieces. As we thought it could not get any worse, what was left of our ship began shaking, and then I felt a sudden movement.

Suddenly,it seemed as if the wind was calm, and the massive swells ceased. I went outside to see the mast lying in the water, and our ship was split into three distinguishable pieces with many other bits of wood and supplies floating around us. The front was broken; splintered and shifted meters to the side, which was causing us to take in massive amounts of water. The middle had been impaled upon several spears of stone and the back of the ship had been lifted 7 meters upwards. We were now awkwardly placed on a solid rock structure, with the ship badly damaged, and I knew that we had no chance of getting it to move back out to sea without many hours of strenuous labour.

The light must have seen us! As we finally made contact with our 2. vessel, it came to our surprise they had not been struck by the storm. We relocated our resources, and sent it back, with a urgent message to the mayors of Ceardia and Daendroc.

Our damaged ship was swiftly rebuilt, and our encampment had been set. We made facilities and enabled the ability to stay. We are ready, let the world come.

Diary of Laura Redblock