On the edge of the World.

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His ship had slammed into the rocks on the southern side of the island. Most of the small and meagre crew he had aboard knew naught on how to swim and quickly drowned, yet thanks to Roland, he knew how and swam to safety, narrowly avoiding death from the jutting rocks. He dragged himself onto the sand, thankful his feet could touch land once more after 2 months at sea. He had set sail in search of a fabled island on the edge of the world. He had first heard these stories in Farborough, and after spending much of his minas on ship and crew, to only lose them, he had found it.

Lysle quickly made his way through the pine trees and up the steep mountain, the biting cold did not bode well with his drenched self. He finally stood at the top, his lungs burning furiously and as he looked down upon the Island from its highest peak, his heart leapt from his chest. Before him lay a mighty fleet of mismatched vessels, coast-huggers, galleys and lastly a Grande Galleon, all docked at the village of Farport. The furthest port in the known world. Yet as his eyes gazed down in excitement and lust, he felt something was wrong, the island for all its worth had no activity, his eyes further opened as he noticed the docks, streets and ships were littered with corpses.

Lysle had made his way to town, stepping over the bodies with a handkerchief to his nose and mouth, blocking out some of the dreadful stench of death. He shortly discovered it was a raid, if anything. Sailors of Holm lay scattered here and there, weapons in hands and their guts opened. Behind the lines of sailors were the peasants, husbands torn away from their wives as they no doubt were carried away to a horrible and long death, the women that were still there clutched their children in the moments of their death. Lysles heart churned with hatred, he watched the open plains and stared at the large Kharajyrian manor dominating the land. Odd in the fact all those dead are humans.

He slowly entered the manor, the garden grounds stained in blood. The wooden door creaked open and a corpse fell forward onto him, an arrow in its skull and protruding from its eye. Lysle quickly threw the corpse onto the ground and entered the out-of-place home. It was barricaded in every doorway and window, dozens of bodies were littered all over the floor, the jungle wood now painted a dark dry red. It seems the sailors made the last stand here. He walked up the elegant and haunting staircase to find at the top a body decapitated, it's head sitting on a silver plate. The body leaned against the wall, and his most loyal around him. "Admiral Shu Jing, Eortis does not favour you" was written on a parchment pinned to his chest.

Lysle began the long and lengthy progress of burning the bodies, several mounds of them burnt outside the town. Alone with a town and fleets worth of wealth, on the edge of the world.

((Just writing about how my character discovered Farport. I will be continuing this at a much later date since I plan on reconstructing and repairing Farport.

Excuse any mistakes, this was written on an Iphone, I added the picture once I got onto the computer.))

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((Cont.))

He had sailed alone back to the mainland, a feat that had almost left him dead. He had used the small coast-hugger, a ship not meant for the deep seas, yet the only ship that he could sail alone. Another ship found him slowly floating towards Salvusian seas. He managed his way back to Stoneguard, greeting his beloved wife with a kiss and a hug, her belly large with child. He had stayed a week, or was it two? He couldn't remember, he was too happy to remember. He had told her of the island, of the wealth he had found, they were both joyous of the finding and had decided once the child was born, they would all set sail for Farport.

The twins were born with relatively no difficulty, they had waited a month before sailing back so that Lily was once more in proper condition. Their children, Ronaldo, Horatio and Harriet were given a very comfortable place in the ship hull with Lily looking after them. Lysle, three builders and one farmer slept in the Captains quarters, a tight squeeze but he needed them. They had arrived two weeks quicker than it had first taken him, although this time he knew the way. Lysle had agreed to allow the builders to return to the mainland for further supplies and men, after of course, they had studied the landscape. They took one of the larger ships, and ofcourse, after much time waiting, they returned with many more men. So the reconstruction began of Farport. The buildings toppled and collapsed as Lysle and the builders demolished the old homes, leaving a wave of dust to blow through town. The architects worked late into the night drawing many different housing designs, the farmers spent the days sowing seeds and reaping the rewards, sharing them with everyone.

The builders began to dig out the foundations, working in groups and using many amounts of rope to heave up the huge logs for the support beams of the new homes. Lysle sat at a desk in an open field with the architects, his wife and three children. He sipped at his tea, his right eye socket itched, even after 2 years without a right eye, it was hard to adjust. Ronaldo walked around, barely able to on his own but he was making significant progress, Lily clutched Horatio and Harriet to herself. The architects passed along a parchment to him of blueprints. Lysle nodded in agreement and looked up at the homes currently being constructed. His gaze turned to the sea, this is his land, his domain.

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