Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-13615389-20160716223855

"Probably a lot less than you two." Floyd replied, not sounding very broken up about it. "Never really had the aptitude for it, so I never learned."

The ship had gone according to the course Tariq had charted, and the men on deck were able to see the coast of Cespar by now, barely illuminated by the gleaming silver moonlight. It wasn't an overly large island, but it was a fair size nonetheless. There were a few dark figures hobbling about the sandy coast, seemingly struggling to move about properly, and more inland was the dense wilderness of the bayou.

The bog's trees were tall, with damp leaves that hung like limp coils of rope from their canopy. The darkness made the sight of Cespar a tad more unsettling, what with the bare slivers of moonlight illuminating the thick fog and mist. It was difficult to see overly far ahead of you while in there; and when coupled with the formidable humidity that made it seem as if you were breathing in water and disallowed your sweat to evaporate, it wasn't a pleasant place to be. The solid masses of gnats and mosquitoes flying in profile, scouring the island for their next buffet didn't make things much better.

Thick vegetation sprouted up along the edges of a very wide body of water that opened up into the Abecean, --- all sorts of mosses, swamp trees, dense grasses, lichens, and especially weeds --- this must've been the Tengai River that Admiral Avik spoke of. It seemed just deep enough to support the Jackal if it sailed through it, and wide enough as well with a skilled pilot behind the wheel. The dark figures on the coast paused as they spotted the Jackal emerge through the mist, backing away in caution.