"I've been here nary a week and already I feel my mind growing sick, and my vision worsening. Mountains and fields switch formations, even disappear entirely, when I look away. I don't know what's causing this. And I am compelled to find out."
Theresa ot an Bol'hjar
Ahead. Sand, and trees. Fog hanging over, too thick to see past. Hiding all things inland.
Theresa gazed upon all of it for a moment. She turned her head behind her, but there was no trace of the galleon she had departed from. Nothing to row back to. She'd made her decision, and now she was here.
The Continent.
She gathered her belongings - her sword, shield, crossbow, cloak, and other bits and baubles within her satchel. As her little boat approached the shore, she stood up. The wood touched the sand, and she departed. Walking away for a moment, she turned back to the rowboat, wondering what to do with it.
Oh, what was the thought worth? She was warned plenty that this may be a one-way trip. And she wasn't about to leave so soon after she arrived.
She left the rowboat, and peered down both stretches of the coast. More sand, more trees, and more fog.
So she turned and headed inland, into the jungle before her.
Gerald Pithers
A dingy coffin came ashore, alone. It rested against the sand as the waves beat against it bit by bit.
Suddenly, it swung open, and then a skeleton popped out.
"EEEEEHHHHHHH!" Gerald called out, somehow, despite lacking vocal cords of any sort. His voice was loud, raspy, and unhealthily cockney in nature. He scanned his immediate area, and then proceeded to emerge from his sea-drenched coffin. He stretched for a bit, forgetting the fact that he had no muscles. He'd been in that coffin for a while, it just cane naturally to him.
"OI, CANNY!" He called out, "WOT DECIDUOUS MASS-A-LAND DISTEHBS ME SLUMBAH."
No one answered. He was hoping someone would, even though he knew full well he was alone.
"AHHH..." He muttered, still a little loud, before he perked up again. "NEED TO LOCATE, EHHH... AN ESTABLISHMENT, WHICH SERVES BEVERAGES... OF THE ALCOHOLIC VARIETY. YEH."
And off he wandered into the jungle ahead, on a quest for booze.
He'd realize fairly soon that he lacks the necessary organic contraptions to consume anything.
Hopefully.