A journal page, blown here by the wind
Hundreds of leagues from any known shore, a storm of incredible strength found us. It sank half our ships and tossed the rest onto the shores of this unknown land like broken dolls.
Yet we remain unbroken. We've repaired a ship to send for help and supplies. For now, the survivors have erected shelter from the wreckage of the ships. Spirits are still high, and we sing while we work. My voice seems to bring the people comfort, as it always has.